Break up the institution of the family, deny the inviolability of its relations, and in a little while there would not be any humanity.

Revolution does not insure progress. You may overturn thrones, but what proof that anything better will grow upon the soil?

In some way the secret vice exhales its poison; and the evil passion, however cunningly masked, stains through to the surface.

Pure felicity is reserved for the heavenly life; it grows not in an earthly soil.

Truth is new, as well as old. It has new forms; and where you may find a new statement, an earnest statement, you may conclude that by the law of progress it is more likely to be a correct statement than that which has been repeated for ages by the lips of tradition.

The universe is a vast system of exchange. Every artery of it is in motion, throbbing with reciprocity, from the planet to the rotting leaf.

Under the shadow of earthly disappointment, all unconscious to ourselves, our Divine Redeemer is walking by our side.