It is not doing the thing we like to do, but liking the thing we have to do, that makes life blessed.
Oh God, how do the world and heavens confine themselves, when our hearts tremble in their own barriers!
Whatever is the object of a saint's hope is the subject of his prayer.
Upon the creatures we have made, we are, ourselves, at last, dependent.
For a brave man deserves a well-endowed girl.
Beauty and Genius must be kept afar if one would avoid becoming their slave.