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

Time's violence rends the soul, by the rent eternity enters.

God's love for us is not the reason for which we should love him. God's love for us is the reason for us to love ourselves.

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

Evil being the root of mystery, pain is the root of knowledge.

In reality nothing is so beautiful as the good, nothing is so monotonous and boring as evil.

Workers need poetry more than bread. They need that their life should be a poem. They need some light from eternity. Religion alone can be the source of such poetry.