Imagination is always the fabric of social life and the dynamic of history. The influence of real needs and compulsions, of real interests and materials, is indirect because the crowd is never conscious of it.

Those who love a cause are those who love the life which has to be led in order to serve it.

All the tragedies which we can imagine return in the end to the one and only tragedy: the passage of time.

All sins are attempts to fill voids.

The only great spirit of our time.

The man who has known pure joy, if only for a moment ... is the only man for whom affliction is something devastating. At the same time he is the only man who has not deserved the punishment. But, after all, for him it is no punishment; it is God holding his hand and pressing rather hard. For, if he remains constant, what he will discover buried deep under the sound of his own lamentations is the pearl of the silence of God.

Whatever debases the intelligence degrades the entire human being.