We do not judge men by what they are in themselves, but by what they are relatively to us.

The Christian's God is a God of metamorphoses. You cast grief into his bosom: you draw thence, peace. You cast in despair: 'tis hope that rises to the surface. It is a sinner whose heart he moves. It is a saint who returns him thanks.

A malicious enemy is better than a clumsy friend.

Men do not go out to meet misfortune as we do. They learn it; and we--we divine it.

When any one tells you that he belongs to no party, you may at any rate be sure that he does not belong to yours.

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

Loving souls are like paupers. They live on what is given them.