The reduction of the universe to the compass of a single being, and the extension of a single being until it reaches God - that is love. Love is the salute of the angels to the stars. How sad is the heart when rendered sad by love! How great is the void created by the absence of the being who alone fills the world.

I believe in religion against the religious; in the pitifulness of orisons, and in the sublimity of prayer.

Proverty and wealth are comparative sins.

At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good.

I write with one hand, but I fight with both.

What happened between those two beings? Nothing. They were adoring one another.

The real, native South Seas food is lousy. You can't eat it.