We do not comprehend everything, but we insult nothing.

Symmetry is tedious, and tedium is the very basis of mourning. Despair yawns.

Youth is the future smiling at a stranger, which is itself.

The supreme ordeal, let us say rather, the only ordeal, is the loss of the beloved being.

...But listen, there will be more joy in heaven over the tears of a repentant sinner than over the white robes of a hundred just men.

I represent a party which does not yet exist: the party Revolution-Civilization. This party will make the twentieth century. There will issue from it first the United States of Europe, then the United States of the World.

Humanity is our common lot. All men are made of the same clay. There is no difference, at least here on Earth, in the fate assigned to us. We come of the same void, inhabit the same flesh, are dissolved in the same ashes. But ignorance infecting the human substance turns it black, and that incurable blackness, gaining possession of the soul, becomes Evil.