To do what is impossible for talent is the mark of genius.

The soul may be immortal because she is fitted to rise towards that which is neither born nor dies, towards that which exists substantially, necessarily, invariably, that is to say towards God.

What we call little things are merely the causes of great things; they are the beginning, the embryo, and it is the point of departure which, generally speaking, decides the whole future of an existence. One single black speck may be the beginning of gangrene, of a storm, of a revolution.

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.

The more a man loves, the more he suffers. The sum of possible grief for each soul is in proportion to its degree of perfection.

Only evil grows of itself, while for goodness we want effort and courage.

The man who insists upon seeing with perfect clearness before he decides, never decides. Accept life, and you must accept regret.