Civilization survives on the constant discovery of amity and an equal supply of damnation.

Progress is not accomplished in one stage.

Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.

Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children.

What love commences can be finished by God alone.

The holy law of Jesus Christ governs our civilisation, but it does not yet permeate it.

Initiative is doing the right thing without being told.