Remember, then, that whoever does not mean good is always in danger of harm. But I try to give everybody fair play, and those that are in the wrong are in far more need of it always than those who are in the right: they can afford to do without it.

No one is likely to remember what is entirely uninteresting to him.

All love will, one day, meet with its return. All true love will, one day, behold its own image in the eyes of the beloved, and be humbly glad.

Ah, what is it we send up thither, where our thoughts are either a dissonance or a sweetness and a grace?

It is simply absurd to say you believe, or even want to believe, in Him, if you do not do anything He tells you.

Books are but dead bodies to you, and a library nothing but a catacomb!

But there are not a few who would be indignant at having their belief in God questioned, who yet seem greatly to fear imagining Him better than He is.