Who knows if this other half of life where we think we're awake is not another sleep a little different from the first.

The sensitivity of men to small matters, and their indifference to great ones, indicates a strange inversion.

The greater intellect one has, the more originality one finds in men. Ordinary persons find no difference between men.

The heart has arguments with which the logic of mind is not aquainted.

To be mistaken in believing that the Christian religion is true is no great loss to anyone; but how dreadful to be mistaken in believing it to be false!

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

This is what I see, and what troubles me. I look on all sides, and everywhere I see nothing but obscurity. Nature offers me nothing that is not a matter of doubt and disquiet.