Let us not fail to scatter along our pathway the seeds of kindness and sympathy. Some of them will doubtless perish; but if one only lives, it will perfume our steps and rejoice our eyes.

We must labor unceasingly to render our piety reasonable, and our reason pious.

To have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands.

Old age is the night of life, as night is the old age of the day. Still, night is full of magnificence; and, for many, it is more brilliant than the day.

Only those faults which we encounter in ourselves are insufferable to us in others.

Respect is a serious thing in him who feels it, and the height of honor for him who inspires the feeling.

If we look closely at this earth, where God seems so utterly forgotten, we shall find that it is He, after all, who commands the most fidelity and the most love.