We are on the side of religion as opposed to religions, and we are among those who believe in the wretched inadequacy of sermons and the sublimity of prayer. |
We may remark in passing that to be blind and beloved may, in this world where nothing is perfect, be among the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness. The supreme happiness in life is the assurance of being loved; of being loved for oneself, ev |
We say that slavery has vanished from European civilization, but this is not true. Slavery still exists, but now it applies only to women and its name is prostitution. |
What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love! |
What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past |
What matters deafness of the ears when the mind hears? The one true deafness, the incurable deafness, is that of the mind |
When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes |
When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right |
When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age. |
Whenever we encounter the Infinite in man, however imperfectly understood, we treat it with respect. Whether in the synagogue, the mosque, the pagoda, or the wigwam, there is a hideous aspect which we execrate and a sublime aspect which we venerate. So great a subject for spiritual contemplation, such measureless dreaming -- the echo of God on the human wall! |
Where the telescope ends, the microscope begins. Which of the two has the grander view? |
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart. |
Wisdom is a sacred communion. |
You have suffered greatly, poor mother. Oh! do not lament, you have now the portion of the elect. It is in this way that mortals become angels. It is not their fault; they do not know how to set about it otherwise. This hell from which you have come out is the first step towards Heaven. We must begin by that. -- Jean Valjean -- |