God is behind everything, but everything hides God.
Good actions are the invisible hinges on the doors of heaven.
His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.
There are moments when a rope's end, a pole, the branch of the tree, is life itself, and it is a frightful thing to see a living being lose his hold upon it, and fall like a ripe fruit.
A fixed idea ends in madness or heroism.
Heaven, on occasion, half opens its arms to us; and that is the great moment.