And what have you laymen made of hell? A kind of penal servitude for eternity, on the lines of your convict prisons on earth, to which you condemn in advance all the wretched felons your police have hunted from the beginning - enemies of society, as you call them. You're kind enough to include the blasphemers and the profane. What proud or reasonable man could stomach such a notion of God's justice? And when you find that notion inconvenient it's easy enough for you to put it on one side. Hell is not to love any more, Madame. Not to love any more!

Fear, true fear, is a savage frenzy. Of all the insanities of which we are capable, it is surely the cruelest. There is naught to equal its drive, and naught can survive its thrust.

The wish to pray is a prayer in itself.

Who are you to condemn another's sin? He who condemns sin becomes part of it, espouses it.

A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.

Civilization exists precisely so that there may be no masses but rather men alert enough never to constitute masses.

A thought which does not result in an action is nothing much, and an action which does not proceed from a thought is nothing at all.