When one does not love too much, one does not love enough.

There are only two kinds of men: the righteous who think they are sinners and the sinners who think they are righteous.

If our condition were truly happy, we would not need diversion from thinking of it in order to make ourselves happy.

Man finds nothing so intolerable as to be in a state of complete rest, without passions, without occupation, without diversion, without effort. Then he feels his nullity, loneliness, inadequacy, dependence, helplessness, emptiness.

Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. Love still stands when all else has fallen.

Law, without force, is impotent.

When we see a natural style, we are astonished and charmed; for we expected to see an author, and we find a person.