All the dignity of man consists in thought. Thought is therefore by its nature a wonderful and incomparable thing. It must have strange defects to be contemptible. But it has such, so that nothing is more ridiculous. How great it is in its nature! How vile it is in its defects! But what is this thought? How foolish it is!

Faith is a gift of God.

Beauty is a harmonious relation between something in our nature and the quality of the object which delights us.

The finite is annihilated in the presence of the infinite, and becomes a pure nothing. So our spirit before God, so our justice before divine justice.

The truth about nature we discover with our brains. The truth about religion we discover with our hearts.

The last advance of reason is to recognize that it is surpassed by innumerable things; it is feeble if it cannot realize that.

Who knows if this other half of life where we think we're awake is not another sleep a little different from the first.