Blow the candle out, I don't need to see what my thoughts look like.

When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.

How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!

An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.

I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion.

Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.

Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.