When one does not love too much, one does not love enough.
Continuous eloquence is tedious.
Voluptuousness, like justice, is blind, but that is the only resemblance between them.
All the trouble in the world is due to the fact that man cannot sit still in a room.
The heart has arguments with which the logic of mind is not aquainted.
For nature is an image of Grace, and visible miracles are images of the invisible.