...for the truth is always older than all the opinions men have held regarding it; and one should be ignoring the nature of truth if we imagined that the truth began at the time it came to be known.

Eloquence is a painting of the thoughts.

Our imagination so magnifies this present existence, by the power of continual reflection on it, and so attenuates eternity, by not thinking of it at all, that we reduce an eternity to nothingness, and expand a mere nothing to an eternity; and this habit is so inveterately rooted in us that all the force of reason cannot induce us to lay it aside.

Just as all things speak about God to those that know Him, and reveal Him to those that love Him, they also hide Him from all those that neither seek nor know Him.

Little things console us because little things afflict us.

Plurality which is not reduced to unity is confusion; unity which does not depend on plurality is tyranny.

We must know where to doubt, where to feel certain, where to submit. He who does not do so, understands not the force of reason.