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

Might we not say to the confused voices which sometimes arise from the depths of our being: "Ladies, be so kind as to speak only four at a time?"

I like people to be saints; but I want them to be first and superlatively honest men.

Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.

Poor humanity!--so dependent, so insignificant, and yet so great.

Consolation heaps without contact; somewhat like the blessed air which we need but to breathe.

If we look closely at this earth, where God seems so utterly forgotten, we shall find that it is He, after all, who commands the most fidelity and the most love.