There is an easiness in salvation which is more difficult to us than all our efforts.

Evil is license, and that is why it is monotonous: everything has to be drawn from ourselves. One is condemned to false infinity. That is hell itself.

Evil when we are in its power is not felt as evil but as a necessity, or even a duty.

Pain and suffering are a kind of currency passed from hand to hand until they reach someone who receives them but does not pass them on.

When a contradiction is impossible to resolve except by a lie, then we know that it is really a door.

There are only two sorts of greatness: true greatness, which is of a spiritual order, and the old, old lie of world conquest. Conquest is an ersatz greatness.

Death. An instantaneous state, without past or future. Indispensable for entering eternity.