Without Risk, Faith Is An Impossibility.

To The Frivolous Christianity Is Certainly Not Glad Tidings, For It Wishes First Of All To Make Them Serious.

It Is A Frightful Satire And An Epigram On The Modern Age That The Only Use It Knows For Solitude Is To Make It A Punishment, A Jail Sentence.

For He Who Loves God Without Faith Reflects On Himself, While The Person Who Loves God In Faith Reflects On God.

I Stick My Finger Into Existence And It Smells Of Nothing.

In My Great Melancholy, I Loved Life, For I Love My Melancholy.