In The Christianity Of Christendom The Cross

What Is Existence For But To Be Laughed At If Men In Their Twenties Have Already Attained The Utmost?

If I Am Capable Of Grasping God Objectively, I Do Not Believe, But Precisely Because I Cannot Do This I Must Believe.

Marriage Brings One Into Fatal Connection With Custom And Tradition, And Traditions And Customs Are Like The Wind And Weather, Altogether Incalculable.

Geniuses Are Like Thunderstorms: They Go Against The Wind, Terrify People, Clear The Air.

The Question Of Immortality Is Of Its Nature Not A Scholarly Question. It Is A Question Welling Up From The Interior Which The Subject Must Put To Itself As It Becomes Conscious Of Itself.