The living are just the dead on holiday

All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.

It is only in the space that our thoughts and our feelings enclose that our happiness can breathe in freedom.

The souls of all our brethren are ever hovering about us, craving for a caress, and only waiting for the signal.

The decent moderation of today will be the least of human things tomorrow. At the time of the Spanish Inquisition, the opinion of good sense and of the good medium was certainly that people ought not to burn too large a number of heretics; extreme and unreasonable opinion obviously demanded that they should burn none at all.

Above all, let us never forget that an act of goodness is in itself an act of happiness. It is the flower of a long inner life of joy and contentment; it tells of peaceful hours and days on the sunniest heights of our soul.

It is the evil that lies in ourselves that is ever least tolerant of the evil that dwells within others.