To have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands.
The injustice of men subserves the justice of God, and often His mercy.
God has prohibited despair.
Loving souls are like paupers. They live on what is given them.
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.
Let our lives be pure as snowfields, where our steps leave a mark but no stain.