Our Passions Are Ourselves.

An Old Philosopher Said To Monsieur Coignard, A Reverend Father: 'you Are A Pig!' To Which Abad Coignard Answered: 'you Flatter Me, Sir. But Unfortunately, I'm Only A Man.'

You Think You Are Dying For Your Country; You Die For The Industrialists.

Suffering... We Owe To It All That Is Good In Us, All That Gives Value To Life; We Owe To It Pity, We Owe To It Courage, We Owe To It All The Virtues.

I Cling To My Imperfection, As The Very Essence Of My Being.

The Faculty Of Doubting Is Rare Among Men. A Few Choice Spirits Carry The Germs Of It In Them, But These Do Not Develop Without Training.