Philosophers.-We are full of things which take us out of ourselves.

We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end. When we think to attach ourselves to any pointand to fasten to it, it wavers and leaves us; and if we follow it, it eludes our grasp, slips past us, and vanishes for ever. Nothing stays for us.

The sole cause of all human misery is the inability of people to sit quietly in their rooms.

Any unity which doesn't have its origin in the multitudes is tyranny.

Passion cannot be beautiful without excess; one either loves too much or not enough.

Thinking too little about things or thinking too much both make us obstinate and fanatical.

Whilst in speaking of human things, we say that it is necessary to know them before we love can them. The saints on the contrary say in speaking of divine things that it is necessary to love them in order to know them, and that we only enter truth through charity.