What is youth except a man or a woman before it is ready or fit to be seen.

Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?

I think it's one of the kindest things you can do to the very wicked, to give them time to repent.

If it could only be like this always - always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper.

No one is ever holy without suffering.

I think there's almost nothing I can't excuse except perhaps worshiping graven images. That seems to be idiotic.

Of children as of procreation -- the pleasure momentary, the posture ridiculous, the expense damnable