The wretched and miserable should turn to their Saviour first, yet they do not hope in Him until all other hope is exhausted.

I love the life you've always made so sweet for me and I'd regret it if I had to die.' 'Do you mean to say that if I left you---' 'I'd die, yes.' 'Then you love me?

I am a count, not a saint.

Your bitter memories still have time to turn into sweet ones.

Those born to wealth, and who have the means of gratifying every wish, know not what is the real happiness of life, just as those who have been tossed on the stormy waters of the ocean on a few frail planks can alone realize the blessings of fair weather.

There are two ways of seeing: with the body and with the soul. The body's sight can sometimes forget, but the soul remembers forever.

Often we pass beside happiness without seeing it, without looking at it, or even if we have seen and looked at it, without recognizing it.