The moment love is equated with happiness, it is satisfied — and is no longer love. The satisfied, the happy ones, do not love; they fall asleep in habit, near neighbor to annihilation.

Those faults we do not have, do not bother us.

Cure yourself of the inclination to bother about how you look to other people. Be concerned only . . . with the idea God has of you.

Our life is a hope which is continually converting itself into memory and memory in its turn begets hope.

All knowledge has an ultimate goal. Knowledge for the sake of knowledge is, say what you will, nothing but a dismal begging of the question.

Hell has been conceived as a police institution, to inspire fear in this world. But the worst of it all is that it no longer frightens anyone, and therefore it will have to be closed down.

Sow the living part of yourselves in the furrow of life.