Someone who does not see a pane of glass is not aware of not seeing it.
Everything which originates from pure love is lit with the radiance of beauty.
The difference between more or less intelligent men is like the difference between criminals condemned to life imprisonment in smaller or larger cells. The intelligent man who is proud of his intelligence is like a condemned man who is proud of his large cell.
Whoever is uprooted himself uproots others. Whoever is rooted himself doesn’t uproot others.
The demonstrable correlation of opposites is an image of the transcendental correlation of contradictories.
Intellectual adherence is never owed to anything whatsoever, for it is never in any degree a voluntary thing. Attention alone is voluntary. It alone forms the subject of an obligation.
Art has no immediate future, because all art is collective and there is no more collective life.
Never react to an evil in such a way as to augment it.
Creation is an act of love and it is perpetual.
It is not through the way in which someone speaks about God that I can see whether that person has passed through the crucible of Divine Love, but through the way the person speaks to me about things here on earth.
All those who possess in its pure state the love of their neighbour and the acceptance of the order of the world, inclucing affliction-all those, even should they live and die to all appearances atheists, are surely saved.
Everything without exception which is of value in me comes from somewhere other than myself, not as a gift but as a loan which must be ceaselessly renewed.
The virtue of hope is an orientation of the soul towards a transformation after which it will be wholly and exclusively love.
In what concerns divine things, belief is not appropriate. Only certainty will do. Anything less than certainty is unworthy of God.
One might lay down as a postulate: All conceptions of God which are incompatible with a movement of pure charity are false. All other conceptions of him, in varying degree, are true.
If there were no affliction in this world we might think we were in paradise.
The only way into truth is through one’s own annihilation; through dwelling a long time in a state of extreme and total humiliation.
To be innocent is to bear the weight of the entire universe. It is to throw away the counterweight.
There is no greater joy for me than looking at the sky on a clear night with an attention so concentrated that all my other thoughts disappear; then one can think that the stars enter into one’s soul.
Fortunately the sky is beautiful everywhere.