Being, in the testimony it gives of itself, informs us not only about what it is but also about what we owe it.

Modern theory is about objects lower than man; even stars, being common things, are lower than man.

To me, it was a sad fate to have been born into a period and a world where everything was in tip-top order, and the only real excitement was to be found in history books and occasionally also in the paper.

Only a completely unintelligible God can be said to be absolutely good and absolutely powerful yet tolerate the world as it is.

It is a changing world because of the newcomers who keep arriving and who leave us behind. Trying to keep pace with them is doomed to inglorious failure, especially as the pace has quickened so much.

That nature does not care, one way or the other, is the true abyss. That only man cares, in his finitude facing nothing but death, alone with his contingency and the objective meaninglessness of his projecting meanings, is a truly unprecedented situation.