Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.

Spira, spera. (breathe, hope)

. . .where there is no more hope, song remains.

Nobody knows like a woman how to say things at the same time sweet and profound. Sweetness and depth, this is all of woman; this is all of Heaven.

If I were Jesus Christ, I would save Judas.

I believe in religion against the religious; in the pitifulness of orisons, and in the sublimity of prayer.

Superstition, bigotry and prejudice, ghosts though they are, cling tenaciously to life; they are shades armed with tooth and claw. They must be grappled with unceasingly, for it is a fateful part of human destiny that it is condemned to wage perpetual war against ghosts. A shade is not easily taken by the throat and destroyed.