In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggle against anguish only produces new forms of anguish.
SIMONE WEILIt is only necessary to know that love is a direction and not a state of the soul. If one is unaware of this, one falls to despair at the first onslaught of affliction.
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A man thinks he is dying for his country,” said Anatole France, “but he is dying for a few industrialists.” But even that is saying too much. What one dies for is not even so substantial and tangible as an industrialist.
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Modern life is given over to immoderation. Immoderation invades everything: actions and thought, public and private life.
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Every sin is an attempt to fly from emptiness.
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Grace fills empty spaces, but it can only enter where there is a void to receive it, and it is grace itself which makes this void.
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Fortunately the sky is beautiful everywhere.
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It is grace that forms the void inside us and it is grace that can fill the void.
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The glossy surface of our civilization hides a real intellectual decadence.
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To die for God is not a proof of faith in God. To die for an unknown and repulsive convict who is a victim of injustice, that is a proof of faith in God.
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Expectant waiting is the foundation of the spiritual life.
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Everything beautiful has a mark of eternity.
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For when two beings who are not friends are near each other there is no meeting, and when friends are far apart there is no separation.
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Pain and suffering are a kind of currency passed from hand to hand until they reach someone who receives them but does not pass them on.
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A mind enclosed in language is in prison.
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I also am other than what I imagine myself to be. To know this is forgiveness.
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Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.
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