We are so presumptuous that we wish to be known to all the world, even to those who come after us; and we are so vain that the esteem of five or six persons immediately around us is enough to amuse and satisfy us.

Our soul is cast into a body, where it finds number, time, dimension. Thereupon it reasons, and calls this nature necessity, and can believe nothing else.

Our notion of symmetry is derived form the human face. Hence, we demand symmetry horizontally and in breadth only, not vertically nor in depth.

To find recreation in amusement is not happiness.

Apart from Jesus Christ, we do not know what is our life, nor our death, nor God, nor ourselves.

Not to be mad is another form of madness

Nothing gives rest but the sincere search for truth.