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

Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.

Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?

A shadow is hard to seize by the throat and dash to the ground.

Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers?

It has become necessary to call the attention of European governments to a fact which is apparently so insignificant that the governments seem not to notice it. The fact is this: an entire people is being annihilated. Where? In Europe. Are there witnesses? One witness, the entire world. Do the governments see it? No.

Indigestion is charged by God with enforcing morality on the stomach.