Nothing finite is true, is interesting, is worthy to fix my attention. All that is particular is exclusive, and all that is exclusive repels me.

Nothing resembles pride so much as discouragement.

Thankfulness is the beginning of gratitude. Gratitude is the completion of thankfulness. Thankfulness may consist merely of words. Gratitude is shown in acts.

In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past - a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.

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

At the bottom of the modern man there is always a great thirst for self-forgetfulness, self-distraction . . . and therefore he turns away from all those problems and abysses which might recall to him his own nothingness.

Action and faith enslave thought, both of them in order not be troubled or inconvenienced by reflection, criticism, and doubt.