The self-assured believer is a greater sinner in the eyes of God than the troubled disbeliever.

I would rather be a swineherd, understood by the swine, than a poet misunderstood by men.

On the secretly blushing cheek is reflected the glow of the heart

Christ has not only spoken to us by his life but has also spoken for us by his death.

To the frivolous Christianity is certainly not glad tidings, for it wishes first of all to make them serious.

No one may pride himself at being more than an individual, and no one despondently think that he is not an individual.

Where am I? Who am I? How did I come to be here? What is this thing called the world? How did I come into the world? Why was I not consulted? And If I am compelled to take part in it, where is the director? I want to see him.