Such is the remorseless progression of human society, shedding lives and souls as it goes on its way. It is an ocean into which men sink who have been cast out by the law and consigned, with help most cruelly withheld, to moral death. The sea is the pitiless social darkness into which the penal system casts those it has condemned, an unfathomable waste of misery. The human soul, lost in those depths, may become a corpse. Who shall revive it?

Youth, even in its sorrows, always has a brilliancy of its own.

My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley.

Wisdom is a sacred communion.

God has set his intentions in the flowers, in the dawn, in the spring, it is his will that we should love.

Social prosperity means man happy, the citizen free, the nation great.

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.