“The bonds that unite us to another human being are sanctified when he or she adopts the same point of view as ourselves in judging one of our imperfections.”

Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.

Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

We must never be afraid to go too far, for truth lies beyond.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

The highest praise of God consists in the denial of him by the atheist who finds creation so perfect that it can dispense with a creator.

The only true voyage of discovery, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes.

There are optical illusions in time as well as space.

We love only what we do not wholly possess.

People don’t know when they are happy. They’re never so unhappy as they think they are.

One becomes moral as soon as one is unhappy.

The fixity of a habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity.

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

The artist who gives up an hour of work for an hour of conversation with a friend knows that he is sacrificing a reality for something that does not exist.

A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.

It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.

All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.

The Church is not a gallery for the exhibition of eminent Christians, but a school for the education of imperfect ones.

We are imperfect. We cannot expect perfect government.

Your imperfections make you perfect.

They who pray with faith have fervour and fervour is the fire of prayer. This mysterious fire has the power of consuming all our faults and imperfections, and of giving to our actions, vitality, beauty and merit.

Why are all Christians happy and praising Jesus? It’s because we are not DEAD! We may be imperfect, but we aren’t DEAD!

The unmet need that can get met right now is the need to be whole, to be both your magnificent, divine self and your imperfect, human self.

I think America is still a bright, shining city on the hill – not because we’re perfect but because we struggle in our imperfections every day.