The heart becomes heroic through passion. It is no longer composed of anything but what is pure; it no longer rests upon anything but what is elevated and great.
Because one doesn't like the way things are is no reason to be unjust towards God.
I write with one hand, but I fight with both.
He who is not master of his own thoughts is not accountable for his own deeds.
To live a life which is a perpetual falsehood is to suffer unknown tortures.
Now, one cannot read nonsense with impunity.