Man is a dog's ideal of what God should be.

Then I despair... I remember that all through history, the way of truth and love has always won. There have been murderers and tyrants, and for a time they can seem invincible. But in the end they always fall. Think of it always.

Everything that is doddering, squint-eyed, infamous, sullying, and grotesque is contained for me in this single word: God

What is man? A miserable little pile of secrets

God depends on us. It is through us that God is achieved.

Man knows that the world is not made on a human scale; and he wishes that it were.