Can human nature ever be wholly and radically transformed? Can the man whom God made good be made wicked by man? Can the soul be reshaped in its entirety by destiny and made evil because destiny is evil? Can the heart become misshapen and afflicted with ugly, incurable deformities under disproportionate misfortune, like a spinal column bent beneath a too low roof?

She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its hunger.

Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labor and there is an invisible labor.

The first proof of charity in a priest, and especially a bishop, is poverty.

Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering.

Perseverance, secret of all triumphs.