Blood is a very special juice.

There is nothing worse than aggressive stupidity.

The soul of the Christian religion is reverence.

Nature is so perfect that the Trinity couldn't have fashioned her any more perfect. She is an organ on which our Lord plays and the devil works the bellows.

He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.

Those who have no hope for a future life are already dead for the present one.

This being busied with thoughts of immortality is for the noble classes and especially for women with nothing to do. A solid person, though, someone who already intends to be something worthy here, and who therefore has to strive daily, has to struggle and work, gives the world to come a rest.