There is, by God's grace, an immeasurable distance between late and too late.

There are two ways of attaining an important end, force and perseverance; the silent power of the latter grows irresistible with time.

Those who have suffered much are like those who know many languages; they have learned to understand and be understood by all.

My sole defense against the natural horror which death inspires is to love beyond it.

We are all of us, in this world, more or less like St. January, whom the inhabitants of Naples worship one day, and pelt with baked apples the next.

Repentance is accepted remorse.

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