Le de s ir de la prie' re est de j a' une prie' re. The wish for prayer is already a prayer.

A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.

It's a fine thing to rise above pride, but you must have pride in order to do so.

The first sign of corruption in a society that is still alive is that the end justifies the means.

Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.

Hope is a risk that must be run.

Suicide only really frightens those who are never tempted by it and never will be, for its darkness only welcomes those who are predestined to it.

Faith is not a thing which one loses, we merely cease to shape our lives by it.

...the most dangerous shortsightedness consists in underestimating the mediocre.

You owe it to everyone you love to find pockets of tranquility in your busy world.

Civilization exists precisely so that there may be no masses but rather men alert enough never to constitute masses.

Accept only as much ‘cleanliness’ that it won't cause you to worry if it became dirty. Maintain ‘cleanliness’ such that and only to the point that it does not burden you into bondage.

It's a cinch that if you read it in an occult periodical or paperback, everyone's doing it. That should be your cue to avoid such stuff, lest you be relegated to the same readership level.

I want to give you some love, I want to give you some good good lovin

What I care about is maximum information.

The big companies are the private industry. But they're faced with a short-term need to show a profit in short-term.

Laws that do not embody public opinion can never be enforced.

The word of the day is legs. Let's go back to my place and spread the word.

Happy is the man to whom nature has given a sufficiency with even a sparing hand.

Didn't help to ponder things that were forever gone. It only made a body restless and fill up with bees, all wanting to sting something.

Far away, in the meadow, shadows flickered in the Mirror's Maze, as if parts of someone's life, yet unborn, were trapped there, waiting to be lived.