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

Too much and too little wine. Give him none, he cannot find truth; give him too much, the same.

And is it not obvious that, just as it is a crime to disturb the peace when truth reigns, it is also a crime to remain at peace when the truth is being destroyed?

Kind words produce their images on men's souls.

Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. Love still stands when all else has fallen.

We never do evil so effectually as when we are led to do it by a false principle of conscience.

The last act is bloody, however pleasant all the rest of the play is: a little earth is thrown at last upon our head, and that is the end forever.