Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.

Though one believes in nothing, there are moments in life when one accepts the religion of the temple nearest at hand.

Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.

I only take a half share in the civil war; I am willing to die, I am not willing to kill.

Daring is the price of progress. All splendid conquests are the prize of boldness, more or less.

Love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves. All human destiny is this dilemma. This dilemma, destruction or salvation, no fate proposes more inexorably than love. Love is life, if it is not death. Cradle; coffin, too. The same sentiment says yes and no in the human heart. Of all the things God has made, the human heart is the one that sheds most light, and alas! most night.

Of all the things that God has made, the human heart is the one which sheds the most light, alas! and the most darkness.