For common minds have an ugly ability to perceive in the deepest and richest saying nothing but their own everyday opinion.
"Everything has been figured out, except how to live."
Because the Nazi venom worked its way even into our thoughts, every accurate thought was a conquest; because an all-powerful police sought to force us into silence every word became as precious as a declaration of principle; because we were persecuted, each of our gestures carried the weight of a commitment.
If I relegate impossible Salvation to the prop room, what remains? A whole man, composed of all men and as good as all of them and no better than any.
Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.
The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
Never have I thought that I was the happy possessor of a "talent;" my sole concern has been to save myself by work and faith.
