To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.
You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.
The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
The soul has greater need of the ideal than of the real
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.