Politics is the art of preventing people from busying themselves with what is their own business.

Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.

Man's great misfortune is that he has no organ, no kind of eyelid or brake, to mask or block a thought, or all thought, when he wants to.

War: a massacre of people who don't know each other for the profit of people who know each other but don't massacre each other.

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.

Nothing beautiful can be summarized.

The universe is built on a plan the profound symmetry of which is somehow present in the inner structure of our intellect.

A great man is one who leaves others at a loss after he is gone.

Love is being stupid together.

The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.

Let us enrich ourselves with our mutual differences.

When I'm focusing on what's important to God, I live differently. I invest my time differently.

I would rather die than stay there." "Well, you might die.

When you don't believe in anything except not dying, you don't really believe in anything.

Or, in truth, eventually, though I still noticed, the callouses on my spirit prevented wounds (p.75).

A FEATHER. A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.

All I ask is equal freedom. When it is denied, as it always is, I take it anyhow.

Why is it that for many persons changing others is so exciting and so relevant, while changing oneself is so boring and irrelevant?

Move not unless you see an advantage; use not your troops unless there is something to be gained; fight not unless the position is critical.

Almost every man looks more so in a belted trench coat.

For they truly know their Lord in the breaking of bread, whose heart within them so vehemently burneth, whilst Thou, O blessed Jesus, dost walk and converse with them.