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Danh ngôn của Georges Bernanos (Sứ mệnh: 2)

A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.
It is the perpetual dread of fear, the fear of fear, that shapes the face of a brave man.
The first sign of corruption in a society that is still alive is that the end justifies the means.
Faith is not a thing which one 'loses', we merely cease to shape our lives by it.
The wish to pray is a prayer in itself. God can ask no more than that of us.
Hope is a risk that must be run.
Hell, madam, is to love no longer.
Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.