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

There comes no adventure but wears to our soul the shape of our everyday thoughts.

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.

Above all, let us never forget that an act of goodness is in itself an act of happiness. It is the flower of a long inner life of joy and contentment; it tells of peaceful hours and days on the sunniest heights of our soul.

All mothers are rich when they love their children. There are no poor mothers, no ugly ones, no old ones. Their love is always the most beautiful of joys.

To have known how to change the past into a few saddened smiles-is this not to master the future?

It is only in the space that our thoughts and our feelings enclose that our happiness can breathe in freedom.