The very act of sacrifice magnifies the one who sacrifices himself to the point where his sacrifice is much more costly to humanity than would have been the loss of those for whom he is sacrificing himself. But in his abnegation lies the secret of his grandeur.

Are you then unable to recognize unless it has the same sound as yours?

What eludes logic is the most precious element in us, and one can draw nothing from a syllogism that the mind has not put there in advance.

The miser puts his gold pieces into a coffer; but as soon as the coffer is closed, it is as if it were empty.

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.

There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them.

Woe to these people who have no appetite for the very dish that their age serves up.