The beautiful souls of the world have an art of saintly alchemy, by which bitterness is converted into kindness, the gall of human experience into gentleness, ingratitude into benefits, insults into pardon.

A microscopic phantom of the universe; this is all that we are able to be.

The tragic solemnity of existence strikes us with terrible force on that morning when we wake to find the mournful words "too late" ringing in our ears.

Sacrifice, which is the passion of great souls, has never been the law of societies.

Obstinacy is will asserting itself without being able to justify itself. It is persistence without a reasonable motive. It is the tenacity of self-love substituted for that of reason and conscience.

Analysis kills spontaneity.

As it is impossible to be outside God, the best is consciously to dwell in Him.