Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched.

The greatest products of architecture are less the works of individuals than of society; rather the offspring of a nation's effort, than the inspired flash of a man of genius.

My greatness does not extend to this shelf.

The thirst for the Infinite proves infinity.

The memory of an absent person shines in the deepest recesses of the heart, shining the more brightly the more wholly its object has vanished: a light on the horizon of the despairing, darkened spirit; a star gleaming in our inward night.

As for methods of prayer, all of them are good as long as they are sincere.

Labor is life; thought is light.