Those who have given themselves the most concern about the happiness of peoples have made their neighbors very miserable.
Christianity has done a great deal for love by making a sin of it.
You think you are dying for your country; you die for the industrialists.
Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
To die for an idea is to set a rather high price upon conjecture.
All the good writers of confessions, from Augustine onwards, are men who are still a little in love with their sins.