All Sayings

If you must have blood, bathe in the blood of the infidels.

The Turks, a race of Persians, have taken the Holy Land; they circumcise Christians and pour the blood from the circumcision on the altars or into baptismal fonts.

You are called shepherds; see that you do not act as hirelings.

The way to the Holy Sepulchre is now open, a way which was closed before.

Let those who go not put off the journey, but rent their lands and collect money for their expenses.

Whoever shall set out on this journey out of devotion alone, and not for gain or honor, shall be absolved from all sin.

Beware the man of a single book.

The study of truth requires a considerable effort—which is why few are willing to undertake it out of love of knowledge—despite the fact that God has implanted a natural appetite for such knowledge in the minds of men.

If the highest aim of a captain were to preserve his ship, he would keep it in port forever.

Three things are necessary for the salvation of man: to know what he ought to believe; to know what he ought to desire; and to know what he ought to do.

The slenderest knowledge that may be obtained of the highest things is more desirable than the most certain knowledge obtained of lesser things.

Clearly the person who accepts the Church as an infallible guide will believe whatever the Church teaches.

It is requisite for the relaxation of the mind that we make use, from time to time, of playful deeds and jokes.

All that I have written seems like straw compared to what has now been revealed to me.

Good can exist without evil, whereas evil cannot exist without good.

The truth of our faith becomes a matter of ridicule among the infidels if any Catholic, not gifted with the necessary scientific learning, presents as dogma what scientific scrutiny shows to be false.

Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine, No friends at hand, so I poured alone; I raised my cup to invite the moon, Turned to my shadow, and we became three.

The birds have vanished into the sky and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

The world is like a great empty dream.

I lift my goblet to melt away sorrow, but sorrow continues in sorrow.