Reality in strong doses frightens.

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

Look not at the face, young girl, look at the heart. The heart of a handsome young man is often deformed. There are hearts in which love does not keep. Young girl, the pine is not beautiful; it is not beautiful like the poplar, but it keeps its foliage in winter.

Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers?

It is the peculiarity of grief to bring out the childish side of man.

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.

Out Milky Way is the dwelling; the nebulae are the city.