The mountains, the forest, and the sea, render men savage; they develop the fierce, but yet do not destroy the human.

Good actions are the invisible hinges on the doors of heaven.

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labor and there is an invisible labor.

Liberation is not deliverance.

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

Puns are the droppings of soaring wits.

Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished? The ideal is terrifying to behold... brilliant but threatened on all sides by the dark forces that surround it: nevertheless, no more in danger than a star in the jaws of the clouds.