Know That There Is Often Hidden In

It Is Easy To Promise, And Alas! How Easy To Forget!

Man Is A Pupil, Pain Is His Teacher.

Alas, Everything That Men Say To One Another Is Alike; The Ideas They Exchange Are Almost Always The Same, In Their Conversation. But Inside All Those Isolated Machines, What Hidden Recesses, What Secret Compartments! It Is An Entire World That Each One Carries Within Him, An Unknown World That Is Born And Dies In Silence! What Solitudes All These Human Bodies Are!

The Life Of A Devotee Is A Crusade Of Which The Heart Is The Holy Land.

I Can't Help It, The Idea Of The Infinite Torments Me.