A man only understands what is akin to something already existing in himself.

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.

Every life is a profession of faith.

Time wasted is a theft from God.

We only understand that which already is within us.

It is dangerous to abandon one's self to the luxury of grief; it deprives one of courage, and even of the wish for recovery.

Man is a passion which brings a will into play, which works an intelligence.