Quotes from J. De Finod

Grief counts the seconds: happiness forgets the hours.

Hope is the gardener of the heart.

What a pity that we can not accomplish our salvation as easily as our damnation.

True, the poisonous breath of the world destroys our illusions, but they resuscitate at once when a ray of love falls upon our benumbed hearts, as the warmth of the sun revives the poor flowers withered by the ices of winter.

We all have in our hearts a secret place where we keep, free from the contact of the world, our sweetest remembrances.

Superstitions, errors, and prejudices are cobwebs continually woven in shallow brains.

The world maddens some, and brutifies others.

Virtue, as understood by the world, is a constant struggle against the laws of nature.

All bow to virtue — and then walk away.

Many consent to be virtuous, only on condition that everybody will give them credit for it.