Love of God is pure when joy and suffering inspire an equal degree of gratitude.

Human existence is so fragile a thing and exposed to such dangers that I cannot love without trembling.

Love is not consolation. It is light.

In Switzerland they had brotherly love, five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? The cuckoo clock!

The love of our neighbor in all its fullness simply means being able to say to him, "What are you going through?"

The joy of learning is as indispensable in study as breathing is in running. Where it is lacking there are no real students, but only poor caricatures of apprentices who, at the end of their apprenticeship, will not even have a trade.