In sinning, each man sins against all, and each man is at least partly guilt for another's sin. There is no isolated sin.

The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.

I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky — that’s all it is. It’s not a matter of intellect or logic, it’s loving with one’s inside, with one’s stomach.

Only to live, to live and live! Life, whatever it may be!

in the newspapers I read a biography about an American. He left his whole huge fortune to factories and for the positive sciences, his skeleton to the students at the academy there, and his skin to make a drum so as to have the American national anthem drummed on it day and night.

Faith does not, in the realist, spring from the miracle but the miracle from the faith.

There are chance meetings with strangers that interest us from the first moment, before a word is spoken.