Humankind is never what he is but the self he seeks.
Art is what remains of religion: the dance above the yawning abyss.
There is nothing sacred or untouchable except the freedom to think. Without criticism, that is to say, without rigor and experimentation, there is no science, without criticism there is no art or literature. I would also say that without criticism there is no healthy society.
Solitude is the profoundest fact
Grace is gratuitous; it is a gift.
Modern man likes to pretend that his thinking is wide-awake. But this wide-awake thinking has led us into the mazes of a nightmare in which the torture chambers are endlessly repeated in the mirrors of reason.