Little things console us because little things afflict us.

The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing. We feel it in a thousand things. I say that the heart naturally loves the Universal Being, and naturally loves itself; and it gives itself to one or the other, and hardens itself against one or the other, as it chooses...it is the heart that feels God, not the reason; this is faith.

How vain painting is-we admire the realistic depiction of objects which in their original state we don't admire at all.

Love has reasons which reason cannot understand.

There is a God-shaped hole in the life of every man.

Truly it is an evil to be full of faults; but it is a still greater evil to be full of them and to be unwilling to recognize them, since that is to add the further fault of a voluntary illusion.

Evil is easy, and has infinite forms.