He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasteth of it, is a devil

He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasteth of it, is a devil

Sin may rebel, but it shall never reign in any saint

As the saints will rejoice in all goods, so will the damned grieve for all goods

What does it take to become a saint? Will it

I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself

You cannot be half a saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all.

My parents were no ordinary people. My mother turned Gandhian, and my father was a staunch communist. They named me after the great saint as a symbol of communal harmony.

When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.

Saints are what they are not because their sanctity makes them admirable to others, but because the gift of sainthood makes it possible for them to admire everyone else

For me to be a saint means to be myself

For me to be a saint means to be myself. Therefore the problem of sanctity and salvation is in fact the problem of finding out who I am and of discovering my true self.

To reach a port, we must sail – sail, not tie at anchor – sail, not drift

If a man has not, by the time he is thirty, yielded to the fascination of every form of extremism — I don’t know whether he is to be admired or scorned, regarded as a saint or a corpse.

If truth were not boring, science would have done away with God long ago. But God as well as the saints is a means to escape the dull banality of truth.

The peace of mind which permeates the saint’s atmosphere is the only means by which the seeker understands the greatness of the saint.

No great saint lived without errors.

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 bitch. You’re a saint. Which shows why saints are dangerous and undesirable.

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.