As long as we love, we lend to the beloved object qualities of mind and heart which we deprive him of when the day of misunderstanding arrives.

God is a shower to the heart burned up with grief; God is a sun to the face deluged with tears.

Since unhappiness excites interest, many, in order to render themselves interesting, feign unhappiness.

The habit of prayer communicates a penetrating sweetness to the glance, the voice, the smile, the tears,--to all one says, or does, or writes.

That which we know is but little; that which we have a presentiment of is immense; it is in this direction that the poet outruns the learned man.

The Holy Scriptures praise the dew of the morning and the dew of the evening; ros matutinum, ros serotinum! Happy is he who possesses the gift of tears! when young, he will bear flowers; when old, fruit!

The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has unbearable.