Man is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness from which he emerges and the infinity in which he is engulfed.

The struggle alone pleases us, not the victory.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

It is natural for the mind to believe and for the will to love; so that, for want of true objects, they must attach themselves to false.

Being unable to cure death, wretchedness, and ignorance, men have decided, in order to be happy, not to think about such things.

One must know oneself. If this does not serve to discover truth, it at least serves as a rule of life and there is nothing better.

How I hate this folly of not believing in the Eucharist, etc.! If the gospel be true, if Jesus Christ be God, what difficulty is there?