God Himself allows certain faults; and often we say, "I have deserved to err; I have deserved to be ignorant.
It would seem that by our sorrows only are we called to a knowledge of the Infinite. Are we happy? The limits of life constrain us on all sides.
We are amused through the intellect, but it is the heart that saves us from ennui.
We are often prophets to others only because we are our own historians.
Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies.
Faith, amid the disorders of a sinful life, is like the lamp burning in an ancient tomb.