The real sin of idolatry is always committed on behalf of something similar to the State.

Most works of art, like most wines, ought to be consumed in the district of their fabrication.

We must not wish for the disappearance of our troubles but for the grace to transform them.

We must prefer real hell to an imaginary paradise.

The work of art which I do not make, none other will ever make.

The afflicted are not listened to. They are like someone whose tongue has been cut out and who occasionally forgets the fact. When they move their lips no ear perceives any sound. And they themselves soon sink into impotence in the use of language, because of the certainty of not being heard.

Evil being the root of mystery, pain is the root of knowledge.