In relating our misfortunes, we often feel them lightened.
I have deserved neither so much honor or so much disgrace.
We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.
I love you much less than my God, but much more than myself.
Your Christians, whom one persecutes in vain, have something in them that surpasses the human. They lead a life of such innocence,that the heavens owe them some recognition: that they arise the stronger the more they are beaten down is hardly the result of common virtues.
My sweetest hope is to lose hope