What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.

At that instant he knew that all his doubts, even the impossibility of believing with his reason, of which he was aware in himself, did not in the least hinder his turning to God. All of that now floated out of his soul like dust. To whom was he to turn if not to Him in whose hands he felt himself, his soul, and his love?

I ask one thing only: I ask for the right to hope, to suffer as I do. But if even that cannot be, command me to disappear, and I disappear. You shall not see me if my presence is distasteful to you.

Am I mad, to see what others do not see, or are they mad who are responsible for all that I am seeing?

Money is a new form of slavery, and distinguishable from the old simply by the fact that it is impersonal - that there is no human relation between master and slave.

I have discovered nothing new; I have only perceived what I already knew.

Perhaps it is even more important to know what one should not think about than what one should think about.