There is nothing more vindictive, nothing more underhanded, than a little world that would like to be a big one.
Truth to tell, we are all criminals if we remain silent...
Happy people are poor psychologists.
Those whom fate has dealt hard knocks remain vulnerable for ever afterwards.
Freedom is not possible without authority – otherwise it would turn into chaos and authority is not possible without freedom – otherwise it would turn into tyranny.
Nothing whets the intelligence more than a passionate suspicion, nothing develops all the faculties of an immature mind more than a trail running away into the dark.
No guilt is forgotten so long as the conscience still knows of it.
The strength of a love is always misjudged if we evaluate it by its immediate cause and not the stress that went before it, the dark and hollow space full of disappointment and loneliness that precedes all the great events in the heart’s history.
Unless our souls had root in soil divine We could not bear earth’s overwhelming strife. The fiercest pain that racks this heart of mine, Convinces me of everlasting life.
Through suffering we have endured the assaults of time; reverses have ever been our beginning; and out of the depths God has gathered us to his heart.
Every wave, regardless of how high and forceful it crests, must eventually collapse within itself.
Often the presence of mind and energy of a person remote from the spotlight decide the course of history for centuries to come.
How terrible this darkness was, how bewildering, and yet mysteriously beautiful!
In this instant, shaken to her very depths, this ecstatic human being has a first inkling that the soul is made of stuff so mysteriously elastic that a single event can make it big enough to contain the infinite.
Never can the innate power of a work be hidden or locked away. A work of art can be forgotten by time; it can be forbidden and rejected but the elemental will always prevail over the ephemeral.
It would be foolhardy to count on the conscience of the world.
It is the way of youth that each fresh piece of knowledge of life should go to its head, and that once uplifted by an emotion it can never have enough of it.
There is no sense to a sacrifice after you come to feel that it is a sacrifice.
Nothing that has ever been thought and said with a clear mind and pure ethical strength is totally in vain; even if it comes froma weak hand and is imperfectly formed, it inspires the ethical spirit to constantly renewed creation.
Whatever a woman’s reason may say, her feelings tell her the truth.