If I am capable of grasping God objectively, I do not believe, but precisely because I cannot do this I must believe.

Since my earliest childhood a barb of sorrow has lodged in my heart. As long as it stays I am ironic if it is pulled out I shall die.

I am not an adolescent, nor a romantic. I analyze objectively.

I am where I am because I believe in all possibilities.

I cannot believe how fine I am with being bald.

I am inclined to believe that this is the land God gave to Cain.