All is asleep: the army, the wind, and Neptune.

Felicity is in possession, happiness in anticipation.

She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.

How admirable and beautiful is the simplicity of the Evangelists! They never speak injuriously of the enemies of Jesus Christ, of His judges, nor of His executioners. They report the facts without a single reflection. They comment neither on their Master's mildness when He was smitten, nor on His constancy in the hour of His ignominious death, which they thus describe: "And they crucified Jesus.

I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.

You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.

He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.