Nothing is more imminent than the impossible . . . what we must always foresee is the unforeseen.

What a gloomy thing, not to know the address of one's soul.

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.

It seems as though, at the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of heaven infills those who are leaving the light of earth.

To be a saint is the exception; to be a just person is the rule. Err, stumble, commit sin, but be one of the just.

Emotion is always new and the word has always served; therein lies the difficulty of expressing emotion.

Nothing makes a man so adventurous as an empty pocket.