What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love.
The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
Saints should always be judged guilty until they are proved innocent.
Many people genuinely do not wish to be saints, and it is probable that some who achieve or aspire to sainthood have never felt much temptation to be human beings.
I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory.
I am not a saint, unless you think of a saint as a sinner who keeps on trying.
Don’t fool yourself, my dear. You’re much worse than a b**ch. You’re a saint. Which shows why saints are dangerous and undesirable.
A man can’t become a saint when he has to work sixteen hours a day.[On ne peut pas devenir saint quand on travaille seize heures par jour.]
