Free the child's potential, and you will transform him into the world.
Let him have the key of thy heart, who hath the lock of his own.
Were the happiness of the next world is as closely apprehended as the felicities of this, it were a martyrdom to live.
How shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves?
A man is never alone, not only because he is with himself and his own thoughts, but because he is with the Devil, who ever consorts with our solitude.
I am in no way facetious, nor disposed for the mirth and galliardize of company, yet in one dream I can compose a whole Comedy, behold the action, apprehend the jests, and laugh myself awake at the conceits thereof.
Art is the perfection of nature,. . . nature is the art of God.
I bow in reverence before the emotions of every melted heart. . . . The more intense the delight in their presence, the more poignant the impression of their absence. . . . When the tears of bereavement have had their natural flow, they lead us again to life and love's generous joy.
You can plan events, but if they go according to your plan they are not events.
The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.
These people walk by a widow deformed by leprosy. . . walk by children dressed in rags living in the street, and they think, 'Business as usual. ' But if they perceive a slight against God, it is a different story. Their faces go red, their chests heave mightily, they sputter angry words. The degree of their indignation is astonishing. Their resolve is frightening.