I'm an old weed. The more I'm cut down, the more I spring up again.

The roses you lifted to your lips ... lucky roses!

I hate the sight of blood, but it's in my veins.

I do not wish to lose my temper because very shortly I will lose my head. Nevertheless, upon leaving this spark of earthly existence, I have this to say: I shall see you all very soon ... very soon.

The soul of man has been given wings and at last he is beginning to fly!

The kingdom of God is within man, not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you!