Now, if the passions had no hold on us, a week and a hundred years would amount to the same.

Let each of us examine his thoughts

It is good to be tired and wearied by the futile search after the true good, that we may stretch out our arms to the Redeemer.

Love has no age as it is always renewing itself.

The immortality of the soul is a matter which is of so great consequence to us and which touches us so profoundly that we must have lost all feeling to be indifferent about it.

What a chimera then is man. What a novelty! What a monster... what a contradiction, what a prodigy

Justice without force is powerless; force without justice is tyrannical.