All who, while unable to be saints but refusing to bow down to pestilences, strive their utmost to be healers.

It is a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.

Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.

But crushing truths perish from being acknowledged.

When we are all guilty, that will be democracy. Not to mention the fact that we must be revenged for having to die alone. Death is solitary while servitude is collective.

Only the one who does not know what is life may believe that it is beautiful and easy.

What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.