I would rather believe that God did not exist than believe that he was indifferent.
I'm beginning to believe that there are angels disguised as men who pass themselves off as such and who inhabit the earth for a while to console and lift up with them toward heaven the poor, exhausted and saddened souls who were ready to perish here below.
Learned women are ridiculed because they put to shame unlearned men.
Whoever has loved once, knows all that life contains of sorrow and of joy.
The brain is a tool that gets rusty without constant, albeit moderate, exercise.
Death must no longer be either the penalty for prosperity or the consolation of misery. God did not destine it to be either the punishment or the compensation for life.