If I had more time I would write a shorter letter.

Imagination decides everything.

Any unity which doesn't have its origin in the multitudes is tyranny.

Not to be mad is another form of madness

Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. Love still stands when all else has fallen.

It is good to be tired and wearied by the futile search after the true good, that we may stretch out our arms to the Redeemer.

Christian piety annihilates the egoism of the heart; worldly politeness veils and represses it.