Kill one man, and you are murderer.
On the brink of being satiated, desire still appears infinite.
The divine is perhaps that quality in man which permits him to endure the lack of God.
There are big and little truths, but all belong to the same race.
We must watch over our modesty in the presence of those who cannot understand its grounds.
Hatred, for the man who is not engaged in it, is a little like the odor of garlic for one who hasn't eaten any.