“Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which…” — Georges Bernanos

No one ever discovers the depths of his own loneliness.

It's a fine thing to rise above pride, but you must have pride in order to do so.

Civilization exists precisely so that there may be no masses but rather men alert enough never to constitute masses.

A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.