Society absolutely must look into these things since they are its own work.
It will come, citizens, the day when all shall be concord, harmony, light, joy and life; it will come, and it is so that it may come that we are going to die.
The sins of women and children, domestic servants and the weak, the poor and the ignorant, are the sins of the husbands and fathers, the masters, the strong and the rich and the educated.
It is a charming quality of the happiness we inspire in others that, far from being diminished like a reflection, it comes back to us enhanced.
He resolved to leave the convent.
It is a terrible thing to interrogate the shadow. Who knows what its reply will be?
Machiavelli is not an evil genius, nor a demon, nor a miserable and cowardly writer; he is nothing but the fact. And he is not only the Italian fact; he is the European fact, the fact of the sixteenth century. He seems hideous, and so he is, in the presence of the moral idea of the nineteenth.
Those who are ignorant should be taught all you can teach them; society is to blame for not providing free public education; and society will answer for the obscurity it produces. If the soul is left in darkness, sin will be committed. The guilty party is not he who has sinned but he who created the darkness in the first place.
Sleep in Peace, God is awake.
Love is a celestial respiration of the air of paradise.
The real human division is this: the luminous and the shady. To diminish the number of the shady, to augment the number of the luminous, – that is the object. That is why we cry: Education! science! To teach reading, means to light the fire; every syllable spelled out sparkles.
Properly speaking, he no longer held opinions; he had sympathies. To which party did he belong? To the party of humanity.
Isn’t there in every human soul... an initial spark, a divine element, incorruptible in this world, immortal in the next, that good can bring out, prime, ignite, set on fire and cause to blaze splendidly, and that evil can never extinguish?
Supreme resources spring from extreme resolutions. To embark in death is sometimes the means of escaping a shipwreck; and the lid of the coffin becomes a plank of safety.
Death belongs only to God. By what right to men tamper with a thing so unknowable?
On emerging from that black and deformed thing which is called the galleys, the Bishop had hurt his soul, as too vivid a light would have hurt his eyes on emerging from the dark. The future life, the possible life which offered itself to him henceforth, all pure and radiant, filled him with tremors and anxiety. He no longer knew where he really was. Like.
He did not seek to efface pain in forgetfulness, he sought to elevate it and to dignify it with hope. He would say, “Be careful how you turn to the dead. Don’t think of the rotting. Hold your gaze and you will see the living light of your dearly loved departed up above in heaven.
When your day has been teeming with different sensations, when you have things on your mind, you can get to sleep to start with but you can’t get back to sleep. Sleep comes a lot more easily than it comes back.
Everyone has noticed the taste which cats have for pausing and lounging between the two leaves of a half-shut door. Who is there who has not said to a cat, “Do come in!” There are men who, when an incident stands half-open before them, have the same tendency to halt in indecision between two resolutions, at the risk of getting crushed through the abrupt closing of the adventure by fate. The over-prudent, cats as they are, and because they are cats, sometimes incur more danger than the audacious.
Does not this comprehend all, in fact? and what is there left to desire beyond it? A little garden in which to walk, and immensity in which to dream. At.