One believes others will do what he will do to himself.

Man does not understand nor accept immortality except on condition of self-remembrance.

Monastic incarceration is castration.

Philosophy is the microscope of thought. Everything desires to flee from it, but nothing escapes it.

Where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident, chaos will soon reign.

Love resembles a tree: it bends under its own weight, deeply rooted in our being and sometimes turns green in the ruins of a heart.

Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.