The past and present are only our means; the future is always our end. Thus we never really live, but only hope to live.

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

Nothing is surer than that the people will be weak.

All men naturally hate one another. I hold it a fact, that if men knew exactly what one says of the other, there would not be four friends in the world.

People almost invariably arrive at their beliefs not on the basis of proof but on the basis of what they find attractive.

The heart has its reasons, which Reason does not know. We feel it in a thousand things. It is the heart which feels God, and not Reason. This, then, is perfect faith: God felt in the heart.

Those who are clever in imagination are far more pleased with themselves than prudent men could reasonably be.