One-half of the ills of life come because men are unwilling to sit down quietly for thirty minutes to think through all the possible consequences of their acts.

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

We are not satisfied with real life; we want to live some imaginary life in the eyes of other people and to seem different from what we actually are.

When some passion or effect is described in a natural style, we find within ourselves the truth of what we hear, without knowing it was there.

We know truth, not only by the reason, but also by the heart.

We have so exalted a notion of the human soul that we cannot bear to be despised, or even not to be esteemed by it. Man, in fact, places all his happiness in this esteem.

I know whom I have believed.