What a chimera then is man. What a novelty! What a monster... what a contradiction, what a prodigy

Either God exists or He doesn't. Either I believe in God or I don't. Of the four possibilities, only one is to my disadvantage. To avoid that possibility, I believe in God.

There is nothing so insupportable to man as to be in entire repose, without passion, occupation, amusement, or application. Then it is that he feels his own nothingness, isolation, insignificance, dependent nature, powerless, emptiness. Immediately there issue from his soul ennui, sadness, chagrin, vexation, despair.

Death is easier to bear without thinking of it, than the thought of death without peril.

Too much pleasure disagrees with us. Too many concords are annoying in music; too many benefits irritate us; we wish to have the wherewithal to overpay our debts.

Extremes are for us as if they were not, and as if we were not in regard to them; they escape from us, or we from them.

All that tends not to charity is figurative. The sole aim of the Scripture is charity.