I was the accuser, God the accused. My eyes were open and I was alone - terribly alone in a world without God and without (hu)man(ity).

Drawn to childhood, the old man will seek it in a thousand different ways.

Do you know what laughter is? I'll tell you. It's God's mistake. When God made man in order to bend him to his wishes he carelessly gave him the gift of laughter.

It is by his freedom that a man knows himself, by his sovereignty over his own life that a man measures himself.