But does not happiness come from the soul within?

Self-love is as protective as the Deity; Disenchantment is as perspicacious as a surgeon; Experience is as provident as a mother. Such are the theologic virtues of marriage.

All men can bear a familiar, definite misfortune better than the cruel alternations of a fate which, from one moment to another, brings excessive joy or sorrow.

Those sweetly smiling angels with pensive looks, innocent faces, and cash-boxes for hearts.

Memories beautify life, but the capacity to forget makes it bearable.

The Police and the Society of Jesus posses in common the virtue of never forsaking their enemies as friends.

The virtues we acquire, which develop slowly within us, are the invisible links that bind each one of our existences to the others - existences which the spirit alone remembers, for Matter has no memory for spiritual things.