The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

Love resembles a tree: it bends under its own weight, deeply rooted in our being and sometimes turns green in the ruins of a heart.

Where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident, chaos will soon reign.

If God had intended that man should go backward, he would have given him eyes in the back of his head.

Let us leave to the brain what belongs to it, and agree that the work of the men of genius is of the superhuman, the offspring of man.

When God desires to destroy a thing, he entrusts its destruction to the thing itself. Every bad institution of this world ends by suicide.