All men naturally hate each other. We have used concupiscence as best we can to make it serve the common good, but this is mere sham and a false image of charity, for essentially it is just hate.

When we see a natural style, we are astonished and charmed; for we expected to see an author, and we find a person.

We never live, but we hope to live; and as we are always arranging to be happy, it must be that we never are so.

In faith there is enough light for those who want to believe and enough shadows to blind those who don't.

To go beyond the bounds of moderation is to outrage humanity.

The sensitivity of men to small matters, and their indifference to great ones, indicates a strange inversion.

Nature is an infinite sphere of which the center is everywhere and the circumference nowhere.