Too chaste a youth leads to a dissolute old age.

I am lost if I attempt to take count of chronology. When I think over the past, I am like a person whose eyes cannot properly measure distances and is liable to think things extremely remote which on examination prove to be quite near.

Whither should we aim if not towards God?

The abominable effort to take one’s sins with one to paradise.

Man: The most complex of beings, and thus the most dependent of beings. On all that made you up, you depend.

Each of us really understands in others only those feelings he is capable of producing himself.

What would there be in a story of happiness? Only what prepares it, only what destroys it can be told.