Impassioned characters never attain their mark till they have overshot it.

The very might of the human intellect reveals its limits.

God Himself allows certain faults; and often we say, "I have deserved to err; I have deserved to be ignorant.

Let us not fail to scatter along our pathway the seeds of kindness and sympathy. Some of them will doubtless perish; but if one only lives, it will perfume our steps and rejoice our eyes.

It would seem that by our sorrows only are we called to a knowledge of the Infinite. Are we happy? The limits of life constrain us on all sides.

The chains which cramp us most are those which weigh on us least.

Since there must be chimeras, why is not perfection the chimera of all men?