Hope is a passion for the possible.
Battle day and night against the guile of oblivion...
Theology sits rouged at the window and courts philosophy's favor, offering to sell her charms to it.
For he who loves God without faith reflects on himself, while the person who loves God in faith reflects on God.
Faith is a marvel, and yet no human being is excluded from it; for that in which all human life is united is passion, and faith is a passion.
People unable to bear the martyrdom [...] unintelligently jump off the path, and choose instead, conveniently enough, the world’s admiration of their proficiency. The true knight of faith is a witness, never a teacher, and in this lies the deep hum...
He who loved himself became great in himself, and he who loved others became great through his devotion, but he who loved God became greater than all.
If anyone on the verge of action should judge himself according to the outcome, he would never begin.
If there were no eternal consciousness in a man, if at the bottom of everything there were only a wild ferment, a power that twisting in dark passions produced everything great or inconsequential; if an unfathomable, insatiable emptiness lay hid bene...
Then faith's paradox is this: that the single individual is higher than the universal, that the single individual determines his relation to the universal through his relation to God, not his relation to God through his relation through the universal...
