Reflect on death as in Jesus Christ, not as without Jesus Christ. Without Jesus Christ it is dreadful, it is alarming, it is the terror of nature. In Jesus Christ it is fair and lovely, it is good and holy, it is the joy of saints.

Everyone, without exception, is searching for happiness.

The weakness of human reason appears more evidently in those who know it not than in those who know it.

Extremes are for us as if they were not, and as if we were not in regard to them; they escape from us, or we from them.

We like security: we like the pope to be infallible in matters of faith, and grave doctors to be so in moral questions so that we can feel reassured.

Small minds are concerned with the extraordinary, great minds with the ordinary.

Eloquence is a painting of the thoughts.