If a man have a strong faith he can indulge in the luxury of skepticism.

Happiness: being able to forget or, to express in a more learned fashion.

One is not converted to christianity; one must be morbid enough for it.

Again and again I am brought up against it, and again and again I resist it: I don't want to believe it, even though it is almost palpable: the vast majority lack an intellectual conscience; indeed, it often seems to me that to demand such a thing is to be in the most populous cities as solitary as in the desert.

Learning from one's enemies is the best way to love them, for it puts one into a grateful mood toward them.

Like the creatures of the forest and the sea, I love To lose myself for a while.

Impoliteness is frequently the sign of an awkward modesty that loses its head when surprised and hopes to conceal this with rudeness.