Reason bears disgrace, courage combats it, patience surmounts it.

The heart has no wrinkles.

The desire to be singular and to astonish by ways out of the common seems to me to be the source of many virtues.

. . . 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 . . .

When we reckon without Providence, we must frequently reckon twice.

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

It is day by day that we go forward; today we are as we were yesterday and tomorrow we shall be like ourselves today. So we go on without being aware of it, and this is one of the miracles of Providence that I so love.