There is nothing like dream to create the future. Utopia to-day, flesh and blood tomorrow.

To see so much misery everywhere, I suspect that God is not rich. He keeps up appearances, it is true, but I feel the pinch. He gives a revolution as a merchant, whose credit is low, gives a ball.

Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are battlefields which have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater than the illustrious heroes.

Idleness is a mother. She has a son, robbery, and a daughter, hunger.

We are reassured almost as foolishly as we are alarmed; human nature is so constituted.

Whom man kills, him God restoreth to life.

Liberation is not deliverance.

The malicious have a dark happiness.

Monastic incarceration is castration.

The convent is supreme egotism resulting in supreme self-denial.