Love: To feel with one’s whole self the existence of another being.
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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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Love: To feel with one’s whole self the existence of another being.
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The virtue of hope is an orientation of the soul towards a transformation after which it will be wholly and exclusively love.
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Everything without exception which is of value in me comes from somewhere other than myself, not as a gift but as a loan which must be ceaselessly renewed.
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Whenever one tries to suppress doubt, there is tyranny.
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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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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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The world is God’s language to us.
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Stars and blossoming fruit-trees: utter permanence and extreme fragility give an equal sense of eternity.
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Power is the supreme end for all those who have not understood.
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I suffer more from the humiliations inflicted by my country than from those inflicted on her.
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The sea is not less beautiful in our eyes because we know that sometimes ships are wrecked by it.
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There is only one fault, only one: our inability to feed upon light.
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Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.
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It 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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At the centre of the human heart is the longing for an absolute good, a longing which is always there and is never appeased by any object in this world.
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