Though one believes in nothing, there are moments in life when one accepts the religion of the temple nearest at hand.

We need those who pray constantly to compensate for those who do not pray at all.

When a man understands the art of seeing, he can trace the spirit of an age and the features of a king even in the knocker on a door.

And so, being in Heaven, it was easy for him to lose sight of earth.

Ma vie est une énigme dont ton nom est le mot. (My life is an enigma, of which your name is the word.)

The guillotine is the ultimate expression of Law, and its name is vengeance; it is not neutral, nor does it allow us to remain neutral.

Who then understands the reciprocal flux and reflux of the infinitely great and the infinitely small, the echoing of causes in the abysses of being, and the avalanches of creation?