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

There should be in eloquence that which is pleasing and that which is real; but that which is pleasing should itself be real.

We are only falsehood, duplicity, contradiction; we both conceal and disguise ourselves from ourselves.

Eloquence is the painting of thought.

Equality of possessions is no doubt right, but, as men could not make might obey right, they have made right obey might.

It is certain that the soul is either mortal or immortal. The decision of this question must make a total difference in the principles of morals. Yet philosophers have arranged their moral system entirely independent of this. What an extraordinary blindness!

It is incomprehensible that God should exist, and it is incomprehensible that he should not exist.