The last act is bloody, however pleasant all the rest of the play is: a little earth is thrown at last upon our head, and that is the end forever.

We have an idea of truth, invincible to all scepticism.

Unable to make what is just strong, we have made what is strong just.

All err the more dangerously because each follows a truth. Their mistake lies not in following a falsehood but in not following another truth.

If God exists, not seeking God must be the gravest error imaginable. If one decides to sincerely seek for God and doesn't find God, the lost effort is negligible in comparison to what is at risk in not seeking God in the first place.

All mankind's troubles are caused by one single thing, which is their inability to sit quietly.

I take it as a matter not to be disputed, that if all knew what each said of the other, there would not be four friends in the world. This seems proved by the quarrels and disputes caused by the disclosures which are occasionally made.