Might we not say to the confused voices which sometimes arise from the depths of our being: "Ladies, be so kind as to speak only four at a time?"

Our vanity is the constant enemy of our dignity.

I can understand the things that afflict mankind, but I often marvel at God those which console. An atom may wound, but God alone can heal.

The chains which cramp us most are those which weigh on us least.

The beings who appear cold, but are only timid, adore where they dare to love.

By becoming unhappy, we sometimes learn how to be less so.

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