Man is so made that if he is told often enough that he is a fool he believes it.

All the troubles of life come upon us because we refuse to sit quietly for a while each day in our rooms.

Vanity is illustrated in the cause and effect of love, as in the case of Cleopatra.

Losses are comparative; imagination only makes them of any moment.

Seeing too much to deny and too little to be sure, I am in a state to be pitied.

For after all what is man in nature? A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing, a central point between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either. The ends of things and their beginnings are impregnably concealed from him in an impenetrable secret. He is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness out of which he was drawn and the infinite in which he is engulfed.

The knowledge of God is very far from the love of Him.