In this world we live in a mixture of time and eternity. Hell would be pure time.

Who were the fools who spread the story that brute force cannot kill ideas? Nothing is easier. And once they are dead they are no more than corpses.

Love consents to all and commands only those who consent. Love is abdication. God is abdication.

War, which perpetuates itself under the form of preparation for war, has once and for all given the State an important role in production.

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

A self-respecting nation is ready for anything, including war, except for a renunciation of its option to make war.

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.