Genius is not so much a light as it is a constant awareness of the surrounding gloom.

You believe by doubting and you doubt by believing; yet this state too is not the final one.

Of the two powers, the two categories that take possession of us when we enter the world (from where?), space is by far the less mysterious. It, too, undergoes transformations. Time, on the other hand, is a hostile element, truly treacherous, I would even say against human nature.

The war of good and evil present in all religions does not always end, in every faith, with the victory of good, but in every one it establishes a clear order of existence. The sacred as well as the profane rests on that universal order.

I felt myself being invaded through and through, I crumbled, disintegrated, and only emptiness remained.

People make filthy things with the freedom they regained.

Faith is, at one and the same time, absolutely necessary and altogether impossible.