Our nature consists in motion; complete rest is death.

The present letter is a very long one, simply because I had no leisure to make it shorter.

All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.

The sweetness of glory is so great that, join it to what we will, even to death, we love it.

The statements of atheists ought to be perfectly clear of doubt. Now it is not perfectly clear that the soul is material.

Continuous eloquence wearies. Grandeur must be abandoned to be appreciated. Continuity in everything is unpleasant. Cold is agreeable, that we may get warm.

Something incomprehensible is not for that reason less real.