An atheist may be simply one whose faith and love are concentrated on the impersonal aspects of God.

In reality nothing is so beautiful as the good, nothing is so monotonous and boring as evil.

When an apprentice gets hurt, or complains of being tired, the workmen and peasants have this fine expression: "It is the trade entering his body." Each time that we have some pain to go through, we can say to ourselves quite truly that it is the universe, the order and beauty of the world, and the obedience of God that are entering our body.

Affliction hardens and discourages us because, like a red hot iron, it stamps the soul to its very depths with the scorn, the disgust, and even the self-hatred and sense of guilt that crime logically should produce but actually does not.

If someone does me injury I must desire that this injury shall not degrade me. I must desire this out of love for him who inflicts it, in order that he may not really have done evil.

I suffer more from the humiliations inflicted by my country than from those inflicted on her.

How many people have been thus led, through lack of self-confidence, to stifle their most justified doubts?