Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful.

Concision in style, precision in thought, decision in life.

Why worry about what threatens our heads or purses? Let us think instead of what threatens our souls.

...Human thought has no limit. At its risk and peril, it analyzes and dissects its own fascination. We could almost say that, by a sort of splendid reaction, it fascinates nature; the mysterious world surrounding us returns what it receives; it is likely that contemplators are contemplated.

Those who every morning plan the transactions of the day and follow out that plan carry a thread that will guide them through the labyrinth of the most busy life. The orderly arrangement of their time is like a ray of light which darts itself through all their occupations. But where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incidents, chaos will soon reign.

When I speak to you about myself, I am speaking to you about yourself. How is it you don't see that?

To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.