Hope is a risk that must be run.

Hope is a risk that must be run

A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.

And what have you laymen made of hell? A kind of penal servitude for eternity, on the lines of your convict prisons on earth, to which you condemn in advance all the wretched felons your police have hunted from the beginning -- ''enemies of society,'' as you call them. You're kind enough to include the blasphemers and the profane. What proud or reasonable man could stomach such a notion of God's justice? And when you find that notion inconvenient it's easy enough for you to put it on one side. Hell is not to love any more, Madame. Not to love any more!

It's a fine thing to rise above pride, but you must have pride in order to do so.

A thought which does not result in an action is nothing much, and an action which does not proceed from a thought is nothing at all.