Those who are clever in imagination are far more pleased with themselves than prudent men could reasonably be.

Everything that is written merely to please the author is worthless.

Ugly deeds are most estimable when hidden.

Those are weaklings who know the truth and uphold it as long as it suits their purpose, and then abandon it.

Not the zeal alone of those who seek Him proves God, but the blindness of those who seek Him not.

Happiness can be found neither in ourselves nor in external things, but in God and in ourselves as united to him.

Notwithstanding the sight of all our miseries, which press upon us and take us by the throat, we have an instinct which we cannot repress, and which lifts us up.