The jostling of young minds against each other has this wonderful attribute, that one can never foresee the spark, nor predict the flash. What will spring up in a moment? Nobody knows.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
The quantity of civilization is measured by the quality of imagination.
It is the peculiarity of grief to bring out the childish side of man.
Wisdom and eloquence are not always united.
The convent, which belongs to the West as it does to the East, to antiquity as it does to the present time, to Buddhism and Muhammadanism as it does to Christianity, is one of the optical devices whereby man gains a glimpse of infinity.