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.

If grief is to be mitigated, it must either wear itself out or be shared.

Death is the justification of all the ways of the Christian, the last end of all his sacrifices, the touch of the Great Master which completes the picture.

We expect everything and are prepared for nothing.

By becoming unhappy, we sometimes learn how to be less so.

The most dangerous of all flattery is the inferiority of those about us.

Let our lives be pure as snowfields, where our steps leave a mark but no stain.