There are days when I'm alone with my thoughts, which is to say, not alone enough.
In the end the reason for anything is inseparable from the reason for everything.
In sinners and repenters you have the original division of labor.
Everything we possess that is not necessary for life or happiness becomes a burden, and scarcely a day passes that we do not add to it.
I respect more the person who struggles with his faith than the person who is confident in his skepticism.
If Creation were a crime, would not God be the prime suspect?