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

In relation to God, we are like a thief who has burgled the house of a kindly householder and been allowed to keep some of the gold. From the point of view of the lawful owner this gold is a gift; Form the point of view of the burglar it is a theft. He must go and give it back. It is the same with our existence. We have stolen a little of God's being to make it ours. God has made us a gift of it. But we have stolen it. We must return it.

When once a certain class of people has been placed by the temporal and spiritual authorities outside the ranks of those whose life has value, then nothing comes more naturally to men than murder.

Every sin is an attempt to fly from emptiness.

The world is God's language to us.

Every perfect life is a parable invented by God.

A self-respecting nation is ready for anything, including war, except for a renunciation of its option to make war.