The scapegoat has always had the mysterious power of unleashing man’s ferocious pleasure in torturing, corrupting, and befouling.

A man’s passion for the mountain is, above all, his childhood which refuses to die.

We are, all of us, molded and remolded by those who have loved us, and though that love may pass, we remain none the less their work – a work that very likely they do not recognize, and which is never exactly what they intended.

I love Germany so much I’m glad there are two of them.

Tell me what you read and I’ll tell you who you are is true enough, but I’d know you better if you told me what you reread.

If the flame inside you goes out, the souls that are next to you will die of cold.

No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

We are, all of us, molded and remolded by those who have loved us, and though that love may pass, we remain none the less their work--a work that very likely they do not recognize, and which is never exactly what they intended.

Doubt is nothing but a trivial agitation on the surface of the soul, while deep down there is a calm certainty.

That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late.