Inanimate objects sometimes appear endowed with a strange power of sight. A statue notices, a tower watches, the face of an edifice contemplates.

The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.

It is most pleasant to commit a just action which is disagreeable to someone whom one does not like.

These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps

This conflict between right and fact has endured since the origins of society. To bring the duel to an end, to consolidate the pure ideal with the human reality, to make the right peacefully interpenetrate the fact, and the fact the right, this is the work of the wise.

Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.

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