Our senses perceive no extreme. Too much sound deafens us; too much light dazzles us; too great distance or proximity hinders ourview. Too great length and too great brevity of discourse tends to obscurity; too much truth is paralyzing.... In short, extremes are for us as though they were not, and we are not within their notice. They escape us, or we them.

Seeing too much to deny and too little to be sure, I am in a state to be pitied.

Our nature lies in movement; complete calm is death.

Religion is so great a thing that it is right that those who will not take the trouble to seek it if it be obscure, should be deprived of it.

Apart from Jesus Christ, we do not know what is our life, nor our death, nor God, nor ourselves.

There are two equally dangerous extremes-to shut reason out, and to let nothing else in.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.