Pride dries the tears of anger and vexation; humility, those of grief. The one is indignant that we should suffer; the other calms us by the reminder that we deserve nothing else.

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.

Indulgence is lovely in the sinless; toleration, adorable in the pious and believing heart.

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

In retirement, the passage of time seems accelerated. Nothing warns us of its flight. It is a wave which never murmurs, because there is no obstacle to its flow.

Strength alone knows conflict, weakness is born vanquished.

The injustice of men subserves the justice of God, and often His mercy.