Nobody loves the light like the blind man.

A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.

And then, strange to say, the first symptom of true love in a young man is timidity; in a girl, it is boldness.

Inanimate objects sometimes appear endowed with a strange power of sight. A statue notices, a tower watches, the face of an edifice contemplates.

Philosophy is the microscope of thought. Everything desires to flee from it, but nothing escapes it.

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.

Do not ask the name of the person who seeks a bed for the night. He who is reluctant to give his name is the one who most needs shelter.