Everything that is written merely to please the author is worthless.

That which makes us go so far for love is that we never think that we might have need of anything besides that which we love.

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.

Belief is a wise wager. Granted that faith cannot be proved, what harm will come to you if you gamble on its truth and it proves false? If you gain, you gain all; if you lose, you lose nothing. Wager, then, without hesitation, that He exists.

There was once in man a true happiness of which there now remain to him only the mark and empty trace, which he in vain tries to fill from all his surroundings, seeking from things absent the help he does not obtain in things present.

It is impossible on reasonable grounds to disbelieve miracles.

We feel neither extreme heat nor extreme cold; qualities that are in excess are so much at variance with our feelings that they are impalpable: we do not feel them, though we suffer from their effects.