Even if our efforts of attention seem for years to be producing no result, one day a light that is in exact proportion to them will flood the soul.

All the goods of this world...are finite and limited and radically incapable of satisfying the desire that perpetually burns within us for an infinite and perfect good.

Time's violence rends the soul, by the rent eternity enters.

The children of God should not have any other country here below but the universe itself, with the totality of all the reasoning creatures it ever has contained, contains, or ever will contain. That is the native city to which we owe our love.

Only he who has measured the dominion of force, and knows how not to respect it, is capable of love andjustice.

The whole evolution of present-day society tends to develop the various forms of bureaucratic oppression and to give them a sort of autonomy in regard to capitalism as such.

A work of art has an author and yet, when it is perfect, it has something which is anonymous about it.