Wandering in a vast forest at night, I have only a faint light to guide me. A stranger appears and says to me: 'My friend, you should blow out your candle in order to find your way more clearly.' This stranger is a theologian.

Fanaticism is just one step away from barbarism.

The first promise exchanged by two beings of flesh was at the foot of a rock that was crumbling into dust; they took as witness for their constancy a sky that is not the same for a single instant; everything changed in them and around them, and they believed their hearts free of vicissitudes. O children! always children!

Isn't it better to have men being ungrateful than to miss a chance to do good?

My friend, you should blow out your candle in order to find your way more clearly.

Only the bad man is alone.

There's a bit of testicle at the bottom of our most sublime feelings and our purest tenderness.