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.

The door to happiness opens outward.

God does not think; he creates. He does not exist; he is eternal.

Theology sits rouged at the window and courts philosophy's favor, offering to sell her charms to it.

There are, as is known, insects that die in the moment of fertilization. So it is with all joy: life's highest, most splendid moment of enjoyment is accompanied by death.

Only when it is a duty to love, only then is love eternally and happily secured against despair.

Affliction is able to drown out every earthly voice. . . but the voice of eternity within a person it cannot drown.