Love has no age as it is always renewing itself.

Faith indeed tells what the senses do not tell, but not the contrary of what they see. It is above them and not contrary to them.

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.

All the dignity of man consists in thought. Thought is therefore by its nature a wonderful and incomparable thing. It must have strange defects to be contemptible. But it has such, so that nothing is more ridiculous. How great it is in its nature! How vile it is in its defects! But what is this thought? How foolish it is!

We view things not only from different sides, but with different eyes; we have no wish to find them alike.

To deny, to believe, and to doubt well, are to a man what the race is to a horse.

Let man reawake and consider what he is compared with the reality of things; regard himself lost in this remote corner of Nature; and from the tiny cell where he lodges, to wit the Universe, weigh at their true worth earth, kingdoms, towns, himself. What is a man face to face with infinity?