The root of sanctity is sanity. A man must be healthy before he can be holy. We bathe first, and then perfume.

Indifferent souls never part. Impassioned souls part, and return to one another, because they can do no better.

Piety softens all that courage bears.

A friendship will be young after the lapse of half a century; a passion is old at the end of three months.

In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.

Let us shun everything, which might tend to efface the primitive lineaments of our individuality. Let us reflect that each one of us is a thought of God.

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.