I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.

Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

When I arrived in America, I experienced serious culture shock. For someone with a religious upbringing, the 1960s were an extremely difficult time. Even though religion was a big part of the civil rights and peace movements, in my college religion was treated as irrelevant, hopelessly stodgy, and behind the times.

Downtown, one has less time. But there are in Europe much people who have the faith, in South America, too.

Unfortunately, many young believers - and some older ones, too - do not know that there will be times in every person's life when circumstances don't add up - when God doesn't appear to make sense. This aspect of the Christian faith is not well advertised.

Is it not hard that even those who are with us should be against us - that a man's enemies, in some degree, should be those of the same household of faith? Yet so it is.