The injustice of men subserves the justice of God, and often His mercy.

Truth only is prolific. Error, sterile in itself, produces only by means of the portion of truth which it contains. It may have offspring, but the life which it gives, like that of the hybrid races, cannot be transmitted.

The symptoms of compassion and benevolence, in some people, are like those minute guns which warn you that you are in deadly peril.

There are two ways of attaining an important end, force and perseverance; the silent power of the latter grows irresistible with time.

We are all of us, in this world, more or less like St. January, whom the inhabitants of Naples worship one day, and pelt with baked apples the next.

Miracles are God's coups d'etat.

The very might of the human intellect reveals its limits.