Everything which originates from pure love is lit with the radiance of beauty.

In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggle against anguish only produces new forms of anguish.

Human beings are so made that the ones who do the crushing feel nothing; it is the person crushed who feels what is happening. Unless one has placed oneself on the side of the oppressed, to feel with them, one cannot understand.

Humility is attentive patience.

Liberty, taking the word in its concrete sense, consists in the ability to choose.

Love is not consolation, it is light.

It is a fault to wish to be understood before we have made ourselves clear to ourselves.