Parisians are so besotted, so silly and so naturally inept that a street player, a seller of indulgences, a mule with its cymbals,a fiddler in the middle of a crossroads, will draw more people than would a good Evangelist preacher.

A child is not a vase to be filled, but a fire to be lit.

Science without conscience is the soul's perdition.

When my soul leaves this human dwelling, I will not consider myself to have completely died, but to pass from one state to another, given that, in you and by you, I remain in my visible image in this world.

Between two stools one sits on the ground.

I build only living stones--men.

One falls to the ground in trying to sit on two stools.