Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
We do not comprehend everything, but we insult nothing.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.
The world is the expanding Greece and Greece is the shrinking world.
The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.
An increase of tenderness always ended by boiling over and turning to indignation. He was at the point where we seek to adopt a course, and to accept what tears us apart.