Let us have compassion for those under chastisement. Alas, who are we ourselves? Who am I and who are you? Whence do we come and is it quite certain that we did nothing before we were born? This earth is not without some resemblance to a gaol. Who knows but that man is a victim of divine justice? Look closely at life. It is so constituted that one senses punishment everywhere.

Slaves would be tyrants were the chance theirs.

Spira, spera. (breathe, hope)

Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children.

I think, therefore I doubt.

A one-eyed man is much more incomplete than a blind man, for he knows what it is that's lacking.

by making himself a priest made himself a demon.