All I know is that I must soon die, but what I know least is this very death which I cannot escape.
The knowledge of God is very far from the love of Him.
Each one is all in all to himself; for being dead, all is dead to him.
We are never in search of things, but always in search of the search.
When malice has reason on its side, it looks forth bravely, and displays that reason in all its luster. When austerity and self-denial have not realized true happiness, and the soul returns to the dictates of nature, the reaction is fearfully extravagant.
The secrets of nature are concealed; her agency is perpetual, but we do not always discover its effects; time reveals them from age to age; and although she is always the same in herself, she is not always equally well known.