There should be in eloquence that which is pleasing and that which is real; but that which is pleasing should itself be real.

Once your soul has been enlarged by a truth, it can never return to its original size.

The finite is annihilated in the presence of the infinite, and becomes a pure nothing. So our spirit before God, so our justice before divine justice.

Fashion is a tyrant from which nothing frees us. We must suit ourselves to its fantastic tastes. But being compelled to live under its foolish laws, the wise man is never the first to follow, nor the last to keep it.

The Church limits her sacramental services to the faithful. Christ gave Himself upon the cross a ransom for all.

Our soul is cast into a body, where it finds number, time, dimension. Thereupon it reasons, and calls this nature necessity, and can believe nothing else.

There are vices which have no hold upon us, but in connection with others; and which, when you cut down the trunk, fall like the branches.