O miracle—thus to be able to give [peace] we ourselves do not possess, sweet miracle of our empty hands!
We pay a heavy, very heavy price for the superhuman dignity of our calling. The ridiculous is always so near to the sublime. And the world, usually so indulgent to foibles, hates ours instinctively.
Suicide only really frightens those who are never tempted by it and never will be, for its darkness only welcomes those who are predestined to it.
I have no ambition to change my nature, I merely intend to conquer my dislikes.
Fear true fear is a savage frenzy. Of all the insanities of which we are capable it is surely the most cruel.
A thought which does not result in an action is nothing much and an action which does not proceed from a thought is nothing at all.
Our rages daughters of despair creep and squirm like worms. Prayer is the only form of revolt which remains upright.
A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.
It is the perpetual dread of fear, the fear of fear, that shapes the face of a brave man.
Faith is not a thing which one ‘loses’, we merely cease to shape our lives by it.
Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
The first sign of corruption in a society that is still alive is that the end justifies the means.