Idleness is the heaviest of all oppressions.
If I were Jesus Christ, I would save Judas.
She might have melted a heart of stone, but nothing can melt a heart of wood.
The first proof of charity in a priest, and especially a bishop, is poverty.
A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.
There is a sacred horror about everything grand. It is easy to admire mediocrity and hills; but whatever is too lofty, a genius as well as a mountain, an assembly as well as a masterpiece, seen too near, is appalling.