By his monstrous way of life he seemed to have put himself beyond the limits of reality. Nothing moved him or spoke to him from the real world unless he heard it in an echo of the infuriated cries within him.

We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.

The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue.

Frequent and violent temptations were a proof that the citadel of the soul had not fallen and that the devil raged to make it fall.

You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.

I will not say nothing. I will defend my church and my religion when it is insulted and spit on.

I am quite content to go down to posterity as a scissors and paste man for that seems to me a harsh but not unjust description