My melancholy is the most faithful sweetheart I have had.

Adversity draws men together and produces beauty and harmony in life's relationships, just as the cold of winter produces ice-flowers on the window-panes, which vanish with the warmth.

Certainty... lurks at the door of faith and threatens to devour it.

Now, with God's help, I shall become myself.

God is present in the moment of choice, not in order to watch but in order to be chosen. Therefore, each person must choose. Terrible is the battle, in a person's innermost being, between God and the world. The crowning risk involved lies in the possession of choice.

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

People settle for a level of despair they can tolerate and call it happiness.