We are amused through the intellect, but it is the heart that saves us from ennui.

Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies.

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.

Years do not make sages; they only make old men.

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.

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

There are words which are worth as much as the best actions, for they contain the germ of them all.