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.

The more intelligent a man is, the more originality he discovers in others.

It is good to be tired and wearied by the futile search after the true good, that we may stretch out our arms to the Redeemer.

What can be seen on earth points to neither the total absence nor the obvious presence of divinity, but to the presence of a hidden God. Everything bears this mark.

Voluptuousness, like justice, is blind, but that is the only resemblance between them.

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

Things have different qualities, and the soul different inclinations; for nothing is simple which is presented to the soul, and the soul never presents itself simply to any object. Hence it comes that we weep and laugh at the same thing.