Imagination decides everything.

If you do not love too much, you do not love enough.

Human beings do not know their place and purpose. They have fallen from their true place, and lost their true purpose. They search everywhere for their place and purpose, with great anxiety. But they cannot find them because they are surrounded by darkness.

All our life passes in this way: we seek rest by struggling against certain obstacles, and once they are overcome, rest proves intolerable because of the boredom it produces.

Custom creates the whole of equity, for the simple reason that it is accepted.

Eloquence is the painting of thought.

Is it courage in a dying man to go, in weakness and in agony, to affront an almighty and eternal God?