My days are as happy as those reserved by God for his elect; and whatever be my fate hereafter, I can never say that I have not tasted joy— the purest joy of life.

The miller believes that all the wheat grows so that his mill keeps running.

We're really up against it, we poor women: A bachelor's a hard thing to convert

What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it!

Hatred is a heavy burden. It sinks the heart deep in the breast, and lies like a tombstone on all joys.

The greatest evil that can befall man is that he should come to think ill of himself.

Wherever a man may happen to turn, whatever a man may undertake, he will always end up by returning to that path which nature has marked out for him.