What does it matter, all is grace.

Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.

God! how is it that we fail to recognize that the mask of pleasure, stripped of all hypocrisy, is that of anguish?

It is the perpetual dread of fear, the fear of fear, that shapes the face of a brave man.

Have you never been moved by poor men's fidelity, the image of you they form in their simple minds? Why should you always talk of their envy, without understanding that what they ask of you is not so much your worldly goods, as something very hard to define, which they themselves can put no name to; yet at times it consoles their loneliness; a dream of splendor, of magnificence, a tawdry dream, a poor man's dream -and yet God blesses it!

Suicide only really frightens those who are never tempted by it and never will be, for its darkness only welcomes those who are predestined to it.

Justice in the hands of the powerful is merely a governing system like any other. Why call it justice?