Paradise is always where love dwells.

Art is indeed not the bread but the wine of life.

Without God there is for mankind no purpose, no goal, no hope, only a wavering future, an eternal dread of every darkness.

Has it never occurred to us, when surrounded by sorrows, that they may be sent to us only for our instruction, as we darken the eyes of birds when we wish them to sing?

If self-knowledge is the road to virtue, so is virtue still more the road to self-knowledge.

Man has here two and a half minutes-one to smile, one to sigh, and a half to love: for in the midst of this minute he dies.

The miracle on earth are the laws of heaven.