Charles Peguy

A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.

I prefer a saint with faults to a sinner with none.

Life holds only one tragedy, ultimately: not to have been a saint.

Any father whose son raises his hand against him is guilty of having produced a son who raised his hand against him.

Love is rarer than genius itself. And friendship is rarer than love.