Style Is To Forget All Styles.

Our Dream Dashes Itself Against The Great Mystery Like A Wasp Against A Window Pane. Less Merciful Than Man, God Never Opens The Window.

I Have No Religion,’ Says Borneau, ‘but I Respect The Religion Of Others. Religion Is Sacred.’ Why This Privilege, This Immunity?... A Believer Creates God In His Own Image; If He Is Ugly, His God Will Be Morally Ugly. Why Should Moral Ugliness Be Respectable?

If I Were To Begin My Life Again, I Should Want It As It Was. I Would Only Open My Eyes A Little More.

The Profession Of Letters Is, After All, The Only One In Which One Can Make No Money Without Being Ridiculous.

We Must Be Greater Than God, For We Have To Undo His Injustice.