Every ideology is contrary to human psychology.

The loss of love is the loss of all rights, even though one had them all.

Every stone here sweats with suffering, I know that. I have never looked at them without a feeling of anguish. But deep in my heart I know that the most wretched among you have seen a divine face emerge from their darkness. That is the face you are asked to see.

Why should it be essential to love rarely in order to love much?

Thus, I always began by assuming the worst; my appeal was dismissed. That meant, of course, I was to die. Sooner than others, obviously. 'But,' I reminded myself, 'it's common knowledge that life isn't worth living, anyhow.' And, on a wide view, I could see that it makes little difference whether one dies at the age of thirty or threescore and ten-- since, in either case, other men will continue living, the world will go on as before. Also, whether I died now or forty years hence, this business of dying had to be got through, inevitably.

I know that man is capable of great deeds. But if he isn't capable of great emotion, well, he leaves me cold.

There are crimes of passion and crimes of logic. The boundary between them is not clearly defined.