Poetry too is a little incarnation, giving body to what had been before invisible and inaudible.

Here. All of you. And you, doorkeeper. No one is to be let out of the house today. And anyone I catch talking about this young lady will be first beaten to death and then burned alive and after that be kept on bread and water for six weeks. There.

Love may forgive all infirmities and love still in spite of them: but Love cannot cease to will their removal.

You can't really study people; you can only get to know them.

There is no use in talking as if forgiveness were easy. For we find that the work of forgiveness has to be done over and over again.

It seems to me that we often, almost sulkily, reject the good that God offers us because, at that moment, we expected some other good.

The salvation of a single soul is more important than the production or preservation of all the epics and tragedies in the world.