Love is the pass-key to the heart.
Indulgence, twin sister of guilt.
In looking around me seeking for miserable resources against the heaviness of time, I open a book and I say to myself, as the cat to the fox: I have only one good turn, but I need no other.
Our own cast-off sorrows are not sufficient to constitute sympathy for others.
The most subtle flattery that a woman can receive is by actions, not by words.
The heart of a good man is the sanctuary of God in this world.