“The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.”

I am not absentminded. It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else.

Tolerance is a virtue of people who don’t believe in anything anymore.

Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly. Never forget that the devil fell by force of gravity. He who has the faith has the fun.

God is not a symbol of goodness; goodness is a symbol of God.

Passion makes every detail important.

There are those who hate Christianity and call their hatred an all-embracing love for all religions.

We need to be reminded more than we need to be instructed.

O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die; The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not thy thunder from us, But take away our pride.

Right is Right even if nobody does it. Wrong is wrong even if everybody is wrong about it.

The riddles of God are more satisfying than the solutions of man.

Modern toleration is really a tyranny. It is a tyranny because it is a silence.

Truth can understand error, but error cannot understand truth.

Journalism is popular, but it is popular mainly as fiction. Life is one world, and life seen in the newspapers is another.

The whole pleasure of marriage is that it is a perpetual crisis.

A dead thing goes with the stream, but only a living thing can go against it.

To love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.

Not all those who wander are lost.

We usually lost today because there has been a yesterday, and tomorrow is coming.

In the Third Reich evil lost its distinctive characteristic by which most people had until then recognized it. The Nazis redefined it as a civil norm.

Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Youth and what the Italians so prettily call stamina. The vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. When you’ve lost that, you’ve lost everything.

I’m over the moon but burned under the sun, what I’ve gained I’ve lost all along.

To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.

That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.