“Love is knowing that even when you are alone, you will never be lonely again & great happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.”

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent

When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right.

To die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live.

Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves.

Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts.

To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

Conscience is God present in man.

Almost all our desires, when examined, contain something too shameful to reveal.

If people did not love one another, I really don’t see what use there would be in having any spring.

To put everything in balance is good, to put everything in harmony is better.

You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.

Perseverance, secret of all triumphs.

Freedom begins where it ends ignorance.

There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering – a hell of boredom.

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.

And I have found that when we Catholics, in the spirit of love and charity, declare our faith boldly and with conviction, we are more likely to find kindred spirits.

My own experience and development deepen every day my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.

One of the most persistent of all delusions is the conviction that the source of our dissatisfaction lies outside ourselves.

Are your convictions so fragile that mine cannot stand in opposition to them? Is your God so illusory that the presence of my Devil reveals his insufficiency?

If you deliver an opinion at all, it is mere stupidity not to do it with an air of conviction and well-founded knowledge. You make it your own in uttering it, and naturally get fond of it.

My conviction gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it.

The hallmark of courage in our age of conformity is the capacity to stand on one’s own convictions – not obstinately or defiantly

I don’t know any other way to live but to wake up everyday armed with my convictions, not yielding them to the threat of danger and to the power and force of people who might despise me.