And that wreched creature without hands or feet, who had to be put to bed and fed like a child, that pitiable remnant of a man, whose almost vanished life was nothing more than one scream of pain, cried out in furious indignation: 'What a fool one must be to go and kill oneself!' " - 'Joy of Life

If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.

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

Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.

Why is it that my heart is so touched whenever I meet a dog lost in our noisy streets? Why do I feel such anguished pity when I see one of these creatures coming and going, sniffing everyone, frightened, despairing of even finding its master?

They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.

One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.