The Holy Bible is an abyss. It is impossible to explain how profound it is, impossible to explain how simple it is.

Art ... is a force which blows the roof off the cave where we crouch imprisoned.

To work is simple enough; but to rest, there is the difficulty.

There are those who would love each other if once they were to speak to each other; when they spoke they would discover their souls were separated by phantoms and delusions

Sometimes a man imagines that he will lose himself if he gives himself, and keep himself if he hides himself. But the contrary takes place with terrible exactitude.

The Holy Bible is an abyss. It is impossible to explain how profound it is, impossible to explain how simple it is.

The more we have received in silence, the more we give in action.