And, moreover, when it happens that both are sincere and good, nothing will mix and amalgamate more easily than an old priest and an old soldier. In reality, they are the same kind of man. One has devoted himself to country upon earth, the other to his country in heaven; there is no other difference.

Great perils have this beauty, that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers.

There is a way of meeting error while on the road of truth.

At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good.

This child whom we Love, Brings daylight Into our soul.

Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

To see so much misery everywhere, I suspect that God is not rich. He keeps up appearances, it is true, but I feel the pinch. He gives a revolution as a merchant, whose credit is low, gives a ball.