The tragedy of human life consists in our vain attempts to stretch the limits of things which can never become unlimited, to reach the infinite by absurdly adding to the rungs of the ladder of the finite.

Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.

Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.

I am ashamed of my emptiness," said the Word to the Work. "I know how poor I am when I see you," said the Work to the Word.

We gain freedom when we have paid the full price.

Languages are jealous sovereigns, and passports are rarely allowed for travellers to cross their strictly guarded borders.

Man discovers his own wealth when God comes to ask gifts of him.