War is the supreme form of prestige.

It is only the impossible that is possible for God. He has given over the possible to the mechanics of matter and the autonomy of his creatures.

With no matter what human being, taken individually, I always find reasons for concluding that sorrow and misfortune do not suit him; either because he seems too mediocre for anything so great, or, on the contrary, too precious to be destroyed.

Power ... is the supreme end for all those who have not understood.

Fire destroys that which feeds it.

The world is the closed door. It is a barrier. And at the same time it is the way through.

The feeding of those that are hungry is a form of contemplation.