Throughout my career, I have been confronted with people who have doubted my ability to achieve the dreams and ambitions distilled into my soul by my father.

I auditioned for the role of an angel in the Nativity play at school. I didn't get it. I auditioned for Mary; didn't get it. So I made up the character of the sheep who sat next to Baby Jesus.

Love is the only future God offers.

God knows better than we do what we need.

Each man should frame life so that at some future hour fact and his dreaming meet.

It all seemed to him to have disappeared as if behind a curtain at a theater. There are such curtains that drop in life. God is moving on to the next act.

Profound hearts, wise minds, take life as God makes it; it is a long trial, and unintelligible preparation for the unknown destiny.

I would rather be the head of a fly than the tail of a lion.

Carve as we will the mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny constantly reappears in it.

Thus is youth constituted; it quickly wipes its eye; it believes sorrow useless and does not accept it. Youth is the smile of the future before an unknown being which is itself. It is natural for it to be happy. IT seems as though it breathed hope.

Above all, you can believe in Providence in either of two ways, either as thirst believes in the orange, or as the ass believes in the whip.

The greatest favorites of destiny make mistakes. Our joys are composed of shadow. The supreme smile is God's alone.