The root of sanctity is sanity. A man must be healthy before he can be holy. We bathe first, and then perfume.
We are rich only through what we give.
A malicious enemy is better than a clumsy friend.
Loving souls are like paupers. They live on what is given them.
Life grows darker as we go on, till only one pure light is left shining on it; and that is faith. Old age, like solitude and sorrow, has its revelations.
I like people to be saints; but I want them to be first and superlatively honest men.