Boredom is rage spread thin.

The first duty of love is to listen.

The courage to be is the courage to accept oneself, in spite of being unacceptable.

Grace strikes us when we are in great pain ....Sometimes at that moment a wave of light breaks into our darkness, and it is as though a voice were saying, 'You are accepted.'

God does not exist. He is being-itself beyond essence and existence. Therefore to argue that God exists is to deny him.

We have to build a better man before we can build a better society.

One cannot be strong without love. For love is not an irrelevant emotion; it is the blood of life.

Faith is an act of a finite being who is grasped by, and turned to, the infinite.

We can speak without voice to the trees and the clouds and the waves of the sea. Without words they respond through the rustling of leaves and the moving of clouds and the murmuring of the sea.

Every institution is inherently demonic.

The fatal pedagogical error is to throw answers like stones at the heads of those who have not yet asked the questions.

By all that was holy, he wanted to kiss every inch of her at least a thousand times.

The call of God is not just for a select few but for everyone. Whether I hear God's call or not depends on the condition of my ears, and exactly what I hear depends upon my spiritual attitude.

Ambition's ambition is immortality. To create an eternal legacy.

What slave work do you want me to do for you?” asked Diogenes when he had been bought.“Be a teacher to my children, ” answered Xeniades with the insanity that matched the wisdom of Diogenes.

Some are bewildered in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.

Any man who'd make an X-rated movie ought to have to take his daughter to see it.

I have to say, I'm good with gifts. If I find something perfect for a certain person, I'll just get it and put it away in a kind of nook under my bed - a little gift hutch, if you prefer.

Man is born only as a potential. He can become a thorn for himself and for others, he can also become a flower for himself and for others.

And if that person loves me, he should love my God too.

That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox...