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

The best advice on the art of being happy is about as easy to follow as advice to be well when one is sick.

Silence is like nightfall. Objects are lost in it insensibly.

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

Prayer has a right to the word "ineffable." It is an hour of outpourings which words cannot express,--of that interior speech which we do not articulate, even when we employ it.

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.

In a healthy state of the organism all wounds have a tendency to heal.