We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.

All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.

Our thoughts are often worse than we are.

How can one ever do anything nobly Christian, living among people with such petty thoughts?

but very little achievement is required in order to pity another man's shortcomings.

I have the conviction that excessive literary production is a social offence.

One way of getting an idea of our fellow-countrymen's miseries is to go and look at their pleasures.