When literature becomes deliberately indifferent to the opposition of good and evil it betrays its function and forfeits all claim to excellence.

It is not through the way in which someone speaks about God that I can see whether that person has passed through the crucible of Divine Love, but through the way the person speaks to me about things here on earth.

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

Beauty always promises, but never gives anything.

Someone who does not see a pane of glass is not aware of not seeing it.

A hurtful act is the transference to others of the degradation which we bear in ourselves.

We only possess what we renounce; what we do not renounce escapes from us.