in God alone is love without tears, and of eternal duration.
One fancies that what one loves cannot die.
The errors of the intellect are fatal, still more dangerous than those of the heart.
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!
Witticisms are fire-arms, that make a noise and give pain.
We are only here below as in an inn on a journey. Let us, then have the feelings of travelers. We should think a man very strange who attached himself much to his inn. The wise Christian will not do this.