...Human thought has no limit. At its risk and peril, it analyzes and dissects its own fascination. We could almost say that, by a sort of splendid reaction, it fascinates nature; the mysterious world surrounding us returns what it receives; it is likely that contemplators are contemplated.

Prayer is an august avowal of ignorance.

God blesses man, not for having found but for having sought.

If you don't build castles in the air you won't build anything on the ground.

Spira, spera. (breathe, hope)

A few feet under the ground reigns so profound a silence, and yet so much tumult on the surface!

The tomb is not a blind alley: it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight. It opens on the dawn.