Adversity Makes Men, And Prosperity Makes Monsters.

Death Belongs To God Alone; By What Right Do Men Touch That Unknown Thing?

God Is Behind Everything, But Everything Hides God.

When A Man Understands The Art Of Seeing, He Can Trace The Spirit Of An Age And The Features Of A King Even In The Knocker On A Door.

The Spirit Of God, Like The Sun, Always Gives All Its Light At Once. The Spirit Of Man Resembles The Pale Moon, Which Has Its Phases, Its Absences And Its Returns, Its Lucidity And Its Spots, Its Fullness And Its Disappearance, Which Borrows All Its Light From The Rays Of The Sun, And Which Still Dares To Intercept Them On Occasion.

The Supreme Happiness Of Life Is The Conviction That We Are Loved.