I believe that there is a longing in my soul that searches the whole world.

This is what is sad when one contemplates human life, that so many live out their lives in quiet lostness...they live, as it were, away from themselves and vanish like shadows. Their immortal souls are blown away, and they are not disquieted by the question of its immortality, because they are already disintegrated before they die.

The truth is a trap: you cannot get it without it getting you; you cannot get the truth by capturing it, only by its capturing you.

If you want to be loathsome to God, just run with the herd.

My tactics were, by God's aid, to employ every means to make it clear what the requirement of Christianity truly is.

It is a frightful satire and an epigram on the modern age that the only use it knows for solitude is to make it a punishment, a jail sentence.

What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?