The struggle between God and man breaks out in everyone, together with the longing for reconciliation. Most often this struggle is unconscious and short-lived. A weak soul does not have the endurance to resist the flesh for very long. It grows heavy, becomes flesh itself, and the contest ends. But among responsible men, men who keep their eyes riveted day and night upon the Supreme Duty, the conflict between flesh and spirit breaks out mercilessly and may last until death.

I loved my body and did not want it to perish; I loved my soul and did not want it to decay. I have fought to reconcile these two primordial forces.

What a strange machine man is! You fill him with bread, wine, fish, and radishes, and out comes sighs, laughter, and dreams.

You do miracles if you concentrate your mind on one thing and one thing only.

I possess no weapon but love. With that I have come to do battle. Help me!

I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. I am free.

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.