There is a God-shaped hole in the life of every man.

Rivers are roads which move, and which carry us whither we desire to go.

Chance gives rise to thoughts, and chance removes them; no art can keep or acquire them.

The serene, silent beauty of a holy life is the most powerful influence in the world, next to the night of God.

How I hate this folly of not believing in the Eucharist, etc.! If the gospel be true, if Jesus Christ be God, what difficulty is there?

The state of man is inconstancy, ennui, anxiety.

There is enough light for those who only desire to see, and enough obscurity for those who have a contrary disposition