How good is God! How sweet his yoke!

Can a faith that does nothing be called sincere?

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

And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?

Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.

Extreme justice is often injustice.

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