There are questions so indiscreet, that they deserve neither truth nor falsehood in reply.

He who has never denied himself for the sake of giving has but glanced at the joys of charity.

The beings who appear cold, but are only timid, adore where they dare to love.

Faith, amid the disorders of a sinful life, is like the lamp burning in an ancient tomb.

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

Let us not fail to scatter along our pathway the seeds of kindness and sympathy. Some of them will doubtless perish; but if one only lives, it will perfume our steps and rejoice our eyes.

We are rich only through what we give.