Man is what he wills himself to be.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.

I’ve dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest. So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be.

One cannot become a saint when one works sixteen hours a day.

I know only one Church: it is the society of men.

Outside nature, against nature, without excuse, beyond remedy, except what remedy I find within myself.

Total war is no longer war waged by all members of one national community against all those of another. It is total... because it may well involve the whole world.