The delight we inspire in others has this enchanting peculiarity that, far from being diminished like every other reflection, it returns to us more radiant than ever.
Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.
Heaven, on occasion, half opens its arms to us; and that is the great moment.
The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.
God made the water but men made the wine.
To meditate is to labour; to think is to act. Folded arms work, closed hands perform, a gaze fixed on heaven is a toil.