We may remark in passing that to be blind and beloved may, in this world where nothing is perfect, be among the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness. The supreme happiness in life is the assurance of being loved; of being loved for oneself, even in spite of oneself; and this assurance the blind man possesses. In his affliction, to be served is to be caressed. Does he lack anything? no. Possessing love he is not deprived of light. A love, moreover, that is wholly pure. There can be no blindness where there is this certainty.

If you would civilize a man, begin with his grandmother.

There is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world, and that is an idea whose time as come.

Liberation is not deliverance.

Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.

He would give all of his clothes to his servant, admonishing him NOT to return them until he had completed his day's work.

There are, as we know, powerful and illustrious atheists. At bottom, led back to the truth by their very force, they are not absolutely sure that they are atheists; it is with them only a question of definition, and in any case, if they do not believe in God, being great minds, they prove God.