Intuition is a method of feeling one's way intellectually into the inner heart of a thing to locate what is unique and inexpressive in it.
It's a question to ask ourselves if we're not mad. But who are the madmen, in God's name? Those who wonder about it, or the others? If we ever began to speak out loud, what would they do with us, tell me?
Ideas are more powerful than guns. We would not let our enemies have guns, why should we let them have ideas.
Life is the sum of all your choices.
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.
Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth.
He who lives only to benefit himself confers on the world a benefit when he dies.
I just wanted to be an ordinary parish priest.
Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seemed he-- Oh, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.! That he, who many a year, with toil of breath, Found death in life, may here find life in death.