It is the evil that lies in ourselves that is ever least tolerant of the evil that dwells within others.

The souls of all our brethren are ever hovering about us, craving for a caress, and only waiting for the signal.

How strangely do we diminish a thing as soon as we try to express it in words.

He who sees without loving is only straining his eyes in the darkness.

We are never the same with others as when we are alone. We are different, even when we are in the dark with them.

The dog is the only living being that has found and recognizes an indubitable, tangible and definite god. He knows to whom above him to give himself. He has not to seek for a superior and infinite power.

Sacrifice may be a flower that virtue will pluck on its road, but it was not to gather this flower that virtue set forth on its travels.