The folly which we might have ourselves committed is the one which we are least ready to pardon in another.
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.
What is love? two souls and one flesh; friendship? two bodies and one soul.
Evil often triumphs, but never conquers.
No labor is hopeless.
Let us pray! God is just, he tries us; God is pitiful, he will comfort us; let us pray!