It is the essence of truth that it is never excessive.... We must not resort to the flame where only light is required.

...Human thought has no limit. At its risk and peril, it analyzes and dissects its own fascination. We could almost say that, by a sort of splendid reaction, it fascinates nature; the mysterious world surrounding us returns what it receives; it is likely that contemplators are contemplated.

A house is built of logs and stone, of tiles and posts and piers; a home is built of loving deeds that stand a thousand years.

Death belongs to God alone; by what right do men touch that unknown thing?

Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love.

Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.

France is great because she is France.