The first proof of charity in a priest, and especially a bishop, is poverty.
If I speak, I am condemned. If I stay silent, I am damned!
She might have melted a heart of stone, but nothing can melt a heart of wood.
He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo. Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic. Nothing is more sublime.
by making himself a priest made himself a demon.
Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful.