We must always live in hope; without that consolation there would be no living.

We are so fond of hearing ourselves spoken of, that, be it good or ill, it is still pleasing.

It is sometimes best to slip over thoughts and not go to the bottom of them.

Religious people spend so much time with their confessors because they like to talk about themselves.

If we could have a little patience, we should escape much mortification; time takes away as much as it gives.

I love you so passionately, that I hide a great part of my love, so as not to oppress you with it.

. . . long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in . . .