 | Umberto Eco |
The pleasures of love are pains that become desirable, where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell - in short, harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond.
When men stop believing in God, it isn`t that they then believe in nothing: they believe in everything.
If two things don`t fit, but you believe both of them, thinking that somewhere, hidden, there must be a third thing that connects them, that`s credulity.
People are never so completely and enthusiastically evil as when they act out of religious conviction.