One cannot become a saint when one works sixteen hours a day.

For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.

So much torture, bloodshed, deceit. You cannot make your young people practice torture twenty-four hours a day and not expect to pay a price for it.

That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.