Prayer Is Not A Substitute For Work;

Love Make Us Poets, And The Approach Of Death Should Make Us Philosophers.

If Artists And Poets Are Unhappy, It Is After All Because Happiness Does Not Interest Them.

Christianity Persecuted, Tortured, And Burned. Like A Hound It Tracked The Very Scent Of Heresy. It Kindled Wars, And Nursed Furious Hatreds And Ambitions... Man, Far From Being Freed From His Natural Passions, Was Plunged Into Artificial Ones Quite As Violent And Much More Disappointing.

Manhood And Sagacity Ripen Of Themselves; It Suffices Not To Repress Or Distort Them.

I Believe In The Possibility Of Happiness, If One Cultivates Intuition And Outlives The Grosser Passions, Including Optimism.