He who would travel happily must travel light.

No truth is proved, no truth achieved, by argument, and the ready-made truths men offer you are mere conveniences or drugs to make you sleep.

Truth is not that which is demonstrable but that which is ineluctable.

Truths may clash without contradicting each other.

When faith burns itself out, 'tis God who dies and thenceforth proves unavailing.

How should men know what is coming to pass within them, when there are no words to grasp it? How could the drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.

Horror causes men to clench their fists, and in horror men join together.

Once men are caught up in an event they cease to be afraid. Only the unknown frightens men.

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.

It is the savor of bread broken with comrades that makes us accept the values of war.