There is only one fault, only one: our inability to feed upon light.

Necessity is God's veil.

The beautiful is the experimental proof that the incarnation is possible.

If we forgive God for his crime against us, which is to have made us finite creatures, He will forgive our crime against him, which is that we are finite creatures.

Contemplating an object fixedly with the mind, asking myself, 'What is it?' without thinking of any other object or relating it to anything else for hours on end.

It is much easier to imagine ourselves in the place of God the Creator than in the place of Christ crucified.

The contradictions the mind comes up against, these are the only realities, the criterion of the real. There is no contradiction in what is imaginary. Contradiction is the test of necessity.