Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.
Pity is cruel. Pity destroys.
A ruling passion gives to a shelf of novels the unity of a system.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
He was impregnably armored by his good intentions and his ignorance.
Have you seen a room from which faith has gone? Like a marriage from which love has gone. And patience, patience everywhere like a fog.