Language has time as its element; all other media have space as their element.

When one has once fully entered the realm of love$$$ the world$$$ no matter how imperfect$$$ becomes rich and beautiful$$$ it consists solely of opportunities for love.

Purity of heart is to will one thing.

You$$$ who are so observant$$$ will no doubt concede the generalization that people divide into two large classes: those who live mainly in hope and those who live mainly in recollection.

To have faith is precisely to lose one's mind so as to win God.

This$$$ then$$$ is the ultimate paradox of thought: to want to discover something that thought itself cannot think.

For the sadness in legitimate humour consists in the fact that honestly and without deceit it reflects in a purely human way upon what it is to be a child.

He who loved himself became great in himself$$$ and he who loved others became great through his devotion$$$ but he who loved God became greater than all.

Even though it be true that the conception of God is absolute help$$$ it is also the only help which is absolutely capable of revealing to man his own helplessness.

In fact one is tempted to ask whether there is a single man left ready$$$ for once$$$ to commit an outrageous folly.