Lust is the source of all our actions, and humanity.

Meanings receive their dignity from words instead of giving it to them.

The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.

Do they think that they have given us great pleasure by telling us that they hold our soul to be no more than wind or smoke, and saying it moreover in tones of pride and satisfaction? Is this then something to be said gaily? Is it not on the contrary something to be said sadly, as being the saddest thing in the world?

Orthodoxy on one side of the Pyrenees may be heresy on the other.

I can approve of those only who seek in tears for happiness.

It has pleased God that divine verities should not enter the heart through the understanding, but the understanding through the heart.