“The mysteries of life are infinitely frustrating for those of us who try to make sense of them,”

“But doesn't that make sense? That the infinite would be, indeed... infinite? That even the most holy amongst us would only be able to see scattered pictures of the eternal picture at any given time? And that maybe if we could collect those pieces and compare them, a story about God would begin to emerge that resembles and includes everyone?”

“Men who try to do something and fail are infinitely better than those who try to do nothing and succeed.”

“All those who actually live the mysteries of life haven't the time to write, and all those who have the time don't live them! D'you see?”

“In the first place, you shouldn't believe in promises. The world is full of them: the promises of riches, of eternal salvation, of infinite love. Some people think they can promise anything, others accept whatever seems to guarantee better days ahead, as, I suspect is your case. Those who make promises they don't keep end up powerless and frustrated, and exactly the fate awaits those who believe promises.”

“Absorbing, mysterious, of infinite richness, this life.”