The quantity of civilization is measured by the quality of imagination.

And if it happened to be a Christmas-night when the great bell seemed to rattle in its throat as it called the faithful to the midnight mass, there was such an indescribable air of life spread over the sombre facade that the great door-way looked as if it were swallowing the entire crowd, and the rose-window staring at them.

The mountains, the forest, and the sea, render men savage; they develop the fierce, but yet do not destroy the human.

Idleness is the heaviest of all oppressions.

Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love.

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.

Is it not when the fall is the lowest that charity ought to be the greatest?