Habit is the nursery of errors.

You look at a star for two reasons, because it is luminous, and because it is impenetrable. You have beside you a sweeter radiance and a greater mystery, woman.

Every bird which flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw.

Labor is life; thought is light.

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving. The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness. We pardon to the extent that we love. Love is knowing that even when you are alone, you will never be lonely again. & great happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved. Loved for ourselves. & even loved in spite of ourselves.

If God had intended that man should go backward, he would have given him eyes in the back of his head.

At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good.