In this world we live in a mixture of time and eternity. Hell would be pure time.

It may be that vice, depravity, and crime are nearly always, or even perhaps always, in their essence, attempts to eat beauty, to eat what we should only look at.

The intelligent man who is proud of his intelligence is like the condemned man who is proud of his large cell.

Whenever a human being, through the commission of a crime, has become exiled from good, he needs to be reintegrated with it through suffering. The suffering should be inflicted with the aim of bringing the soul to recognize freely some day that its infliction was just.

The world is God's language to us.

Time does us violence; it is the only violence.

One does not play Bach without having done scales. But neither does one play a scale merely for the sake of the scale.