Georg Brandes

Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods.

But my doubt would not be overcome. Kierkegaard had declared that it was only to the consciousness of sin that Christianity was not horror or madness. For me it was sometimes both.

That a literature in our time is living is shown in that way that it debates problems.

After all, we are not French and never can be, and any attempt to be so is to deny our inheritance and to try to impose upon ourselves a character that can be nothing but a veneer upon the surface.

Homosexuality is anti-humanity.

I don't like creating software anymore. It's too exact. It's like karate; there's no room for error.