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

Anyone who found the secret of rejoicing when things go well without being annoyed when they go badly would have found the point.

All this visible world is but an imperceptible point in the ample bosom of nature.

Custom determines what is agreeable.

Continuous eloquence wearies. Grandeur must be abandoned to be appreciated. Continuity in everything is unpleasant. Cold is agreeable, that we may get warm.

We know then the existence and nature of the finite, because we also are finite and have extension. We know the existence of the infinite and are ignorant of its nature, because it has extension like us, but not limits like us. But we know neither the existence nor the nature of God, because he has neither extension nor limits.

To make a man a saint, it must indeed be by grace; and whoever doubts this does not know what a saint is, or a man.