Science had better not free the minds of men too much, before it has tamed their instincts.
The divine is perhaps that quality in man which permits him to endure the lack of God.
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.
When I was young I pitied the old. Now old, it is the young I pity.
To love an idea is to love it a little more than one should.
We are not naïve enough to ask for pure men; we ask merely for men whose impurity does not conflict with the obligations of their job.