Any landscape is a condition of the spirit.

There are 2 sorts of pride: one in which we approve others, the other in which we cannot accept ourselves.

The musician of the present day, not being able to give us what is beautiful, torments himself to give us what is new.

Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object is to hide from us our favorite sin.

The test of every religious, political, or educational system is the man that it forms.

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

To repel one's cross is to make it heavier.