To put everything in balance is good, to put everything in harmony is better.

To be a saint is the exception; to be a just person is the rule. Err, stumble, commit sin, but be one of the just.

Creation lives, grows, and multiplies; man is but a witness.

In love, such a word, whispered, is a mysterious kiss of the soul to the soul.

Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.

The fact is that the beautiful, humanly speaking, is merely form considered in its simplest aspect, in its most perfect symmetry, in its most entire harmony with our make-up. Thus the ensemble that it offers us is always complete, but restricted like ourselves. What we call the ugly, on the contrary, is a detail of a great whole which eludes us, and which is in harmony, not with man but with all creation. That is why it constantly presents itself to us in new but incomplete aspects.

A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.