I have made a pact with my tongue, not to speak when my heart is disturbed.

There is nothing as strong as tenderness, And nothing as tender as true strength.

Oh what remorse we shall feel at the end of our lives, when we look back upon the great number of instructions and examples afforded by God and the Saints for our perfection, and so carelessly received by us! If this end were to come to you today, how would you be pleased with the life you have led this year?

Big fires flare up in a wind, but little ones are blown out unless they are carried in under cover.

Let us think only of spending the present day well. Then when tomorrow shall have come, it will be called today, and then we will think about it.

You learn to love by loving.

Many great persons have been of opinion that love is no other thing than complacency itself, in which they have had much appearance of reason. For not only does the movement of love take its origin from the complacency which the heart feels at the first approach of good, and find its end in a second complacency which returns to the heart by union with the thing beloved--but further, it depends for its preservation on this complacency, and can only subsist through it as through its mother and nurse; so that as soon as the complacency ceases, love ceases.