God Himself allows certain faults; and often we say, "I have deserved to err; I have deserved to be ignorant.

Strength alone knows conflict, weakness is born vanquished.

Death is the justification of all the ways of the Christian, the last end of all his sacrifices, the touch of the Great Master which completes the picture.

There are but two future verbs which man may appropriate confidently and without pride: "I shall suffer," and "I shall die.

Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.

The mind wears the colors of the soul, as a valet those of his master.

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.