The most dangerous of all flattery is the inferiority of those about us.

If we look closely at this earth, where God seems so utterly forgotten, we shall find that it is He, after all, who commands the most fidelity and the most love.

Loving souls are like paupers. They live on what is given them.

When fresh sorrows have caused us to take some steps in the right way, we may not complain. We have invested in a life annuity, but the income remains.

Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.

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

The very might of the human intellect reveals its limits.