Every branch of human knowledge, if traced up to its source and final principles, vanishes into mystery.

We lead two lives, and the half of our soul is madness, and half heaven is lit by a black sun. I say I am a man, is the other that hides in me?

I dream in fire but work in clay.

It was better, he thought, to fail in attempting exquisite things than to succeed in the department of the utterly contemptible.

In every grain of wheat there lies hidden the soul of a star.

Old stories often turn out to be true.

If a man dreams that he has committed a sin before which the sun hid his face, it is often safe to conjecture that, in sheer forgetfulness, he wore a red tie, or brown boots with evening dress.

There are strange things lost and forgotten in obscure corners of the newspaper.

silence is not weakness and decency is not pride

The saint endeavors to recover a gift which he has lost; the sinner tries to obtain something which was never his. In brief, he repeats the Fall.

Now, everybody, I suppose, is aware that in recent years the silly business of divination by dreams has ceased to be a joke and has become a very serious science.

Think about yourself because no one has time to think about you. Everyone is busy thinking about themselves.

All utopias are dystopias. The term "dystopia" was coined by fools that believed a "utopia" can be functional.

Religion and science have a common ancestor - ignorance.

Even when our heart aches, we summon the strength that maybe we didn't even know we had, and we carry on; we finish the race.

More astronauts have been to the moon than farmers who paid the inheritance tax in 2013.

All we know is that the school achievement, IQ test score, and emotional and social development of working mothers' children are every bit as good as that of children whose mothers do not work.

I'm a Republican. I don't want to go to heaven and have to face my family up there and tell them I voted for a Democrat.

To say it another way, thinking, however abstract, originates in an embodied subjectivity, at once overdetermined and permeable to contingent events.

Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault) Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought.

Christianity promises to make men free; it never promises to make them independent.