The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness.

A wretched woman is more unfortunate than a wretched man.

As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled.

Despots play their part in the works of thinkers. Fettered words are terrible words. The writer doubles and trebles the power of his writing when a ruler imposes silence on the people. Something emerges from that enforced silence, a mysterious fullness which filters through and becomes steely in the thought.

The wise man is he who knows when and how to stop

It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe.

Whom man kills, him God restoreth to life.