Freedom begins where it ends ignorance.
Good actions are the invisible hinges on the doors of heaven.
Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both laughing and lyric.
This child whom we Love, Brings daylight Into our soul.
People do not read stupidities with impunity.
One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible labor. To contemplate is to toil, to think is to do. The crossed arms work, the clasped hands act. The eyes upturned to Heaven are an act of creation.