Perhaps a normal man is supposed to be stupid-how do we know? Perhaps it’s even very beautiful.
He who desires to see the living God face-to-face should not seek him in the empty, firmament of his mind, but in human love.
I never have frustrations. The reason is to wit: Of at first I don’t succeed, I quit!
Man is a pliable animal, a being who gets accustomed to everything!
I am crazy about mysterious things.
I used to imagine adventures for myself, I invented a life, so that I could at least exist somehow.
The world will be saved by beauty.
Times of crisis, of disruption or constructive change, are not only predictable, but desirable. They mean growth. Taking a new step, uttering a new word, is what people fear most.
He who masters the grey everyday is a hero.
Sometimes a man is intensely, even passionately, attached to suffering – that is a fact.
You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all.
It’s not miracles that generate faith, but faith that generates miracles.
In the realist, faith is not born from miracles, but miracles from faith.
An anguish of longing would boil up inside me; a hysterical thirst for contradictions and contrasts would appear, and I would embark on dissipations.
Love every leaf, every ray of light. Love the animals, love the plants, love each separate thing. Loving all, you will perceive the mystery of God in all.
I agree that two and two make four is an excellent thing; but to give everything its due, two and two make five is also a very fine thing.
Love to throw yourself on the earth and kiss it. Kiss the earth and love it with an unceasing, consuming love.
From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast?
But twice-two-makes-four is for all that a most insupportable thing. Twice-two-makes-four is, in my humble opinion, nothing but a piece of impudence. Twice-two-makes-four is a farcical, dressed-up fellow who stands across your path with arms akimbo and spits at you.