The way is infinitely long, nothing of it can be subtracted, nothing can be added, and yet everyone applies his own childish yardstick to it. 'Certainly, this yard of the way you still have to go, too, and it will be accounted unto you.'

Previously I did not understand why I got no answer to my question; today I do not understand how I could believe I was capable of asking. But I didn't really …

It is only our conception of time that makes us call the Last Judgment by this name. It is, in fact, a kind of martial law.

His weariness is that of the gladiator after the combat; his work was the whitewashing of a corner in a state official's office.

My whole life has been decided by fate.

As I've gone through life, I've found that your chances for happiness are increased if you wind up doing something that is a reflection of what you loved most …

These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.