A strange thing has happened, do you know? I am in darkness. There is a person who, departing, took away the sun.

Can human nature ever be wholly and radically transformed? Can the man whom God made good be made wicked by man? Can the soul be reshaped in its entirety by destiny and made evil because destiny is evil? Can the heart become misshapen and afflicted with ugly, incurable deformities under disproportionate misfortune, like a spinal column bent beneath a too low roof?

Architecture has recorded the great ideas of the human race. Not only every religious symbol, but every human thought has its page in that vast book.

This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.

You look at a star for two reasons, because it is luminous, and because it is impenetrable. You have beside you a sweeter radiance and a greater mystery, woman.

A smile is the same as sunshine; it banishes winter from the human countenance.

Prayer is an august avowal of ignorance.