It is good to be tired and wearied by the futile search after the true good, that we may stretch out our arms to the Redeemer.
Crime butchers innocence to secure a throne, and innocence struggles with all its might against the attempts of crime.
Love is an adventure and a conquest. It survives and develops, like the universe itself, only by perpetual discovery.
One cannot imagine St. Francis of Assisi talking about rights.
Culture is an instrument wielded by teachers to manufacture teachers, who, in their turn, will manufacture still more teachers.
Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.
Man’s greatness lies in his power of thought.
If a man urge me to tell wherefore I loved him, I feel it cannot be expressed but by answering: Because it was he, because it was myself.
To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn’t everything.
For me sport was a religion… with religious sentiment.