You would have imagined her at one moment a maniac, at another a queen.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.

Spira, spera. (breathe, hope)

Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?

People weighed down with troubles do not look back; they know only too well that misfortune stalks them.

A saint addicted to excessive self-abnegation is a dangerous associate; he may infect you with poverty, and a stiffening of those joints which are needed for advancement-in a word, with more renunciation than you care for-and so you flee the contagion.