There are only two sorts of greatness: true greatness, which is of a spiritual order, and the old, old lie of world conquest. Conquest is an ersatz greatness.

If there were no affliction in this world we might think we were in paradise.

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

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.

Oppression that is clearly inexorable and invincible does not give rise to revolt but to submission.

Nothing can have as its destination anything other than its origin. The contrary idea, the idea of progress, is poison.

Every new development for the last three centuries has brought men closer to a state of affairs in which absolutely nothing would be recognized in the whole world as possessing a claim to obedience except the authority of the State. The majority of people in Europe obey nothing else.