Workers need poetry more than bread. They need that their life should be a poem. They need some light from eternity. Religion alone can be the source of such poetry.

The villagers seldom leave the village; many scientists have limited and poorly cultivated minds apart from their specialty.

If we go down into ourselves, we find that we possess exactly what we desire.

There is no detachment where there is no pain. And there is no pain endured without hatred or lying unless detachment is present too.

When a man's life is destroyed or damaged by some wound or privation of soul or body, which is due to other men's actions or negligence, it is not only his sensibility that suffers but also his aspiration toward the good. Therefore there has been sacrilege towards that which is sacred in him.

Contradiction itself, far from always being a criterion of error, is sometimes a sign of truth.

Men owe us what we imagine they will give us. We must forgive them this debt.