I'm beginning to believe that there are angels disguised as men who pass themselves off as such and who inhabit the earth for a while to console and lift up with them toward heaven the poor, exhausted and saddened souls who were ready to perish here below.

It is love, not faith, that moves mountains.

Vanity is the quicksand of reason.

Our work can never be better than we are ourselves.

Death must no longer be either the penalty for prosperity or the consolation of misery. God did not destine it to be either the punishment or the compensation for life.

God has written in the law of nature that when two people are joined in love or friendship, one must always give his heart more perfectly than the other.

Travelling is like a novel: it's what happens that counts.