That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience.
[T]he small is great, the great is small; all is in equilibrium in necessity.
A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.
Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.
Art needs no spur beyond itself.
A doctor’s door should never be closed, a priest's door should always be open.