The happiness of men consists in life. And life is in labor.
The only happy marriages I know are arranged ones.
You can love a person dear to you with a human love, but an enemy can only be loved with divine love.
There are as many loves as there are hearts.
The one who is happy, that's the one who is right.
It seems as though mankind has forgotten the laws of its divine Saviour, Who preached love and forgiveness of injuries—and that men attribute the greatest merit to skill in killing one another.