When a person has found something which he prefers to life itself, he for the first time has begun to live.

Life is indeed terribly complicated—to a man who has lost his principles.

One can sometimes do good by being the right person in the wrong place.

There are no wise few. Every aristocracy that has ever existed has behaved, in all essential points, exactly like a small mob.

If seeds in the black earth can turn into such beautiful roses, what might not the heart of man become in its long journey toward the stars?

The coming peril is the intellectual, educational, psychological and artistic overproduction, which, equally with economic overproduction, threatens the well-being of contemporary civilisation. People are inundated, blinded, deafened, and mentally paralysed by a flood of vulgar and tasteless externals, leaving them no time for leisure, thought, or creation from within themselves.

Stated baldly, charity certainly means one of two things–pardoning unpardonable acts, or loving unlovable people.