It is sad to tell, but after having tried society, which had caused his misfortune, he tried Providence which created society, and condemned it also.

Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.

What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!

Stupidity talks, vanity acts.

The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.

...We pray together, we are afraid together, and then we go to sleep. Even if Satan came into the house, no one would interfere. After all, what is there to fear in this house? There is always one with us who is the strongest. Satan may visit our house, but the good Lord lives here.

The spirit of God, like the sun, always gives all its light at once. The spirit of man resembles the pale moon, which has its phases, its absences and its returns, its lucidity and its spots, its fullness and its disappearance, which borrows all its light from the rays of the sun, and which still dares to intercept them on occasion.