It is a terrible thing to be happy! How pleased we are with it! How all-sufficient we think it! How, being in possession of the false aim of life, happiness, we forget the true aim, duty!

Love is like a tree, it grows of its own accord, it puts down deep roots into our whole being.

To breathe Paris is to preserve one's soul.

He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.

Don't educate your children to be rich. Educate them to be happy, so they know the value of things, not the price.

A saint addicted to excessive self-abnegation is a dangerous associate; he may infect you with poverty, and a stiffening of those joints which are needed for advancement-in a word, with more renunciation than you care for-and so you flee the contagion.

The production of souls is the secret of unfathomable depth.