In love, such a word, whispered, is a mysterious kiss of the soul to the soul.

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.

Word which the finger of God has written on the brow of every man — hope!

A house is built of logs and stone, of tiles and posts and piers; a home is built of loving deeds that stand a thousand years.

Dying is nothing. What's terrible is not to live.

Progress is not accomplished in one stage.

Every blade has two edges; he who wounds with one wounds himself with the other.