To us, men of the West, a very strange thing happened at the turn of the century; without noticing it, we lost science, or at least the thing that had been called by that name for the last four centuries. What we now have in place of it is something different, radically different, and we don't know what it is. Nobody knows what it is.

Sin is nothing else but the failure to recognize human wretchedness.

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

Official history is a matter of believing murderers on their own word.

The future is made of the same stuff as the present.

Liberty, taking the word in its concrete sense, consists in the ability to choose.

Every sin is an attempt to fly from emptiness.