My God, how badly one calculates in this world! ... Let us leave off calculating on anything but death -- it is the only certainty.

A little time separates us from those who depart - a time of tears, a time of sadness and solitude; but, that over, we go to rejoin them and to enjoy with them the society of the blessed. Oh, how sweetly the heart rests in this immortal hope!

The effect of every burden laid down is to leave us relieved; and when the soul has laid down that of its faults at the feet of God, it feels as though it had wings.

in God alone is love without tears, and of eternal duration.

My God, how badly one calculates in this world! ... Let us leave off calculating on anything but death -- it is the only certainty.

How long time is when one is sad! Is it three years or three days since you went away?

One has so much time for thought in the country! However occupied one may be, 'tis with nothing that engrosses the mind, which works away on its own account like a mill-wheel.