We all have wings, but they have not been of any avail to us and if we could tear them off, we would do so.

If it had been possible to build the Tower of Babel without climbing it, it would have been permitted.

...the books we need are the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that make us suffer like the death of a person we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide, or lost in a forest remote from all human habitation--a book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us.

God gives the nuts, but he does not crack them.

Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love; it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so.

I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.