Pleasure disappoints; possibility never.

I found I had less and less to say, until finally, I became silent, and began to listen. I discovered in the silence, the voice of God

Sin is in itself separation from the good, but despair over sin is separation a second time.

Truth is not introduced into the individual from without, but was within him all the time.

The highest and most beautiful things in life are not to be heard about, nor read about, nor seen but, if one will, are to be lived.

Why I so much prefer autumn to spring is that in the autumn one looks at heaven--in the spring at the earth.

It is quite true what Philosophy says: that Life must be understood backwards. But that makes one forget the other saying: that it must be lived—forwards. The more one ponders this, the more it comes to mean that life in the temporal existence never becomes quite intelligible, precisely because at no moment can I find complete quiet to take the backward- looking position.