I can understand the things that afflict mankind, but I often marvel at God those which console. An atom may wound, but God alone can heal.

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.

Silence is like nightfall. Objects are lost in it insensibly.

There are words which are worth as much as the best actions, for they contain the germ of them all.

We expect everything and are prepared for nothing.

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.

Youth should be a savings bank.