But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot.

The world is the best of all possible worlds, and everything in it is a necessary evil.

True penitence condemns to silence. What a man is ready to recall he would be willing to repeat.

Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.

Religion is rather the attempt to express the complete reality of goodness through every aspect of our being.

The force of the blow depends on the resistance. It is sometimes better not to struggle against temptation. Either fly or yield at once.

One said of suicide, As long as one has brains one should not blow them out. And another answered, But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot.