Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved.
For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.
I hate the man who eats without knowing what he’s eating. I doubt his taste in more important things.
A sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature.
I cannot sit and think; books think for me.
How sickness enlarges the dimension of a man’s self to himself!