In the Christianity of Christendom the Cross has become something like the child’s hobby-horse and trumpet.

Out of love, God becomes man. He says: 'See, here is what it is to be a human being'.

Not just in commerce but in the world of ideas too our age is putting on a veritable clearance sale. Everything can be had so dirt cheap that one begins to wonder whether in the end anyone will want to make a bid.

In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant. ... My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known - no wonder, then, that I return the love.

What I really need is to get clear out about what I must do, not what I must know, except insofar as knowledge precedes every act.

The deepest form of despair is to choose to be another than himself.

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.