The man who has no inner-life is a slave to his surroundings.

The spirit of sarcasm lives and thrives in the midst of universal wreck; its balls are enchanted and itself invulnerable, and it braves retaliations and reprisals because itself is a mere flash, a bodiless and magical nothing.

Blessed be childhood, which brings down something of heaven into the midst of our rough earthliness.

A modest garden contains, for those who know how to look and to wait, more instruction than a library.

Christianity, if it is to triumph over pantheism, must absorb it. To our pusillanimous eyes Jesus would have borne the marks of a hateful pantheism, for he confirmed the Biblical phrase "ye are gods," and so would St. Paul, who tells us that we are of "the race of God." Our century wants a new theology - that is to say, a more profound explanation of the nature of Christ and of the light which it flashes upon heaven and upon humanity.

Nothing is more characteristic of a man than the manner in which he behaves toward fools.

Pure truth cannot be assimilated by the crowd; it must be communicated by contagion.