Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.

Whoever feels predestined to see and not to believe will find all believers too noisy and pushy: he guards against them.

What then in the last resort are the truths of mankind? They are the irrefutable errors of mankind.

A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.

Through searching out origins, one becomes a crab. The historian looks backwards, and finally he also believes backwards.

Belief in the truth commences with the doubting of all those truths we once believed.