How shall one who is so weak in his childhood become really strong when he grows older? We only change our fancies.

Unless we love the truth we cannot know it.

What part of us feels pleasure? Is it our hand, our arm, our flesh, or our blood? It must obviously be something immaterial.

The last proceeding of reason is to recognize that there is an infinity of things which are beyond it. There is nothing so conformable to reason as this disavowal of reason.

Eloquence is the painting of thought.

Faith embraces many truths which seem to contradict each other.

Continuity in everything is unpleasant.