The wisest mind has something yet to learn.

Nothing is really so poor and melancholy as art that is interested in itself and not in its subject.

Saints cannot arise where there have been no warriors, nor philosophers where a prying beast does not remain hidden in the depths.

Faith in the supernatural is a desperate wager made by man at the lowest ebb of his fortunes.

Wisdom lies in taking everything with good humor and a grain of salt.

The lover knows much more about absolute good and universal beauty than any logician or theologian, unless the latter, too, be lovers in disguise.

A sanctity hangs about the sources of our being, whether physical, social, or imaginary.