People Are Trapped In History

You Want To Write A Sentence As Clean As A Bone. That Is The Goal.

Neither Love Nor Terror Makes One Blind: Indifference Makes One Blind.

There Is A Fearful Splendor In Absolute Desolation.

It Is Perfectly Possible To Be Enamoured Of Paris While Remaining Totally Indifferent Or Even Hostile To The French.

It Happened, As Many Things Do, Imperceptibly, In Many Ways At Once. I Date It - The Slow Crumbling Of My Faith, The Pulverization Of My Fortress - From The Time, About A Year After I Had Begun To Preach, When I Began To Read Again. I Justified This Desire By The Fact That I Was Still In School, And I Began, Fatally, With Dostoyevsky.