When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
What will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.
Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they've been taught is wrong!
It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.