Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.
The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!
People speak sometimes about the "bestial" cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.
Nothing in this world is harder than speaking the truth, nothing easier than flattery.
The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man.
The cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month.
It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.
Love a man, even in his sin, for that love is a likeness of the divine love, and is the summit of love on earth.
Destroy my desires, eradicate my ideas, show me something better, and I will follow you.
A fool with a heart and no sense is just as unhappy as a fool with sense and no heart.
If he's honest, he'll steal; if he's human, he'll murder; if he's faithful, he'll deceive.
The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.
If someone proved to me that Christ is outside the truth, and that in reality the truth were outside of Christ, then I should prefer to remain with Christ rather than with the truth.
What do you think, would not one tiny crime be wiped out by thousands of good deeds?
Every ant knows the formula of its ant-hill, every bee knows the formula of its beehive. They know it in their own way, not in our way. Only humankind does not know its own formula.
Grown-up people do not know that a child can give exceedingly good advice even in the most difficult case.
Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.
One can know a man from his laugh, and if you like a man's laugh before you know anything of him, you may confidently say that he is a good man.
Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.
Deprived of meaningful work, men and women lose their reason for existence they go stark, raving mad.
A real gentleman, even if he loses everything he owns, must show no emotion. Money must be so far beneath a gentleman that it is hardly worth troubling about.