Thus so wretched is man that he would weary even without any cause for weariness... and so frivolous is he that, though full of a thousand reasons for weariness, the least thing, such as playing billiards or hitting a ball, is sufficient enough to amuse him.

Man lives between the infinitely large and the infinitely small.

Without the knowledge of our wretchedness, the knowledge of God creates pride. With it, the knowledge of God creates despair. The knowledge of Christ offers a third way, because in him we find both God and our wretchedness.

We make an idol of truth itself; for truth apart from charity is not God, but His image and idol, which we must neither love nor worship.

Eloquence is a painting of the thoughts.

Man's sensitivity to the little things and insensitivity to the greatest are the signs of a strange disorder.

Il n'est pas certain que tout soit incertain. (Translation: It is not certain that everything is uncertain.)