I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.

A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.

It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.

These young people naturally grow up with ideas different from ours, for they are born for times when we shall no longer be here

There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.

Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.

I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion.