I exist," murmurs someone whose name is Everyone. "I'm young and in love; I am old and I want rest; I work, I prosper, I do good business, I have houses to rent, money in State Securities; I am happy, I have wife and children; I like all these things and I want to go on living, so leave me alone."... There are moments when all this casts a deep chill on the large-minded pioneers of the human race.

Almost all our desires, when examined, contain something too shameful to reveal.

Well, for us, in history where goodness is a rare pearl, he who was good almost takes precedence over he who was great.

You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.

It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, and vice the real murderer.

Jesus wept; Voltaire smiled. From that divine tear and from that human smile is derived the grace of present civilization.

There is such a thing as the pressure of darkness.