Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.

Families, I hate you! Shut-in homes, closed doors, jealous possessors of happiness

The most important things to say are those which often I did not think necessary for me to say - because they were too obvious.

Whither should we aim if not towards God?

Enduring fame is promised only to those writers who can offer to successive generations a substance constantly renewed; for every generation arrives upon the scene with its own particular hunger.

It is unthinkable for a Frenchman to arrive at middle age without having syphilis and the Cross of the Legion of Honor.

There is no work of art that is without short cuts.