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

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.

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

Our vanity is the constant enemy of our dignity.

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.

Those who have suffered much are like those who know many languages; they have learned to understand and be understood by all.

What I value most next to eternity is time.