—,Qué maestro? —aulló Judas, amenazando con el puño—. ,Este? Pero, ,es que no tenéis ojos para verlo y sesos para juzgarlo? ,Es éste un maestro? ,Qué nos decía? ,Qué nos prometía? ,Dónde está el ejército...

The struggle between God and man breaks out in everyone, together with the longing for reconciliation. Most often this struggle is unconscious and short-lived. A weak soul does not have the endurance to resist the...

Madness, Brother Masseo, is the salt which prevents good sense from rotting.

I felt deep within me that the highest point a man can attain is not Knowledge, or Virtue, or Goodness, or Victory, but something even greater, more heroic and more despairing: Sacred Awe!” – The...

Solange es Kinder gibt die hungern, gibt es keinen Gott!

I tried to establish order over the chaos of my imagination, but this essence, the same that presented itself to me still hazily when I was a child, has always struck me as the very...

The human soul is heavy, clumsy, held in the mud of the flesh. Its perceptions are still coarse and brutish. It can divine nothing clearly, nothing with certainty.

I had taken up my quill to begin writing many times before now, but I always abandoned it quickly: each time I was overcome with fear. Yes, may God forgive me, but the letters of...