There is plenty to do, for each one of us, working on our own hearts, changing our own attitudes, in our own neighborhoods.

Most of our life is unimportant, filled with trivial things from morning till night. But when it is transformed by love it is of interest even to the angels.

Where are the heroes and the saints, who keep a clear vision of man's greatest gift, his freedom, to oppose not only the dictatorship of the proletariat, but also the dictatorship of the benevolent state, which takes possession of the family, and of the indigent, and claims our young for war?

Freedom has its roots in religion.

The work is more important than the talking and the writing about the work.

Every Marxist group that I've known has its theoreticians.

As Dostoevski said: 'Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams.