If the tongue had not been framed for articulation, man would still be a beast in the forest.

He cumbers himself never about consequences, about interests; he gives an independent, genuine verdict. You must court him: he does not court you. But the man is, as it were, clapped into jail by his consciousness.

[D]ivine Providence... keeps the universe open in every direction to the soul.

For beauty is God's handwriting...A nd, thank God for it as a cup of His blessing.

The Church seems to totter to its fall, almost all life extinct. On this occasion, any complaisance would be criminal which told you, whose hope and commission it is to preach the faith of Christ, that the faith of Christ is preached.

All necessary truth is its own evidence.

My joy in friends, those sacred people, is my consolation.