The first sense of mutual love excludes other feelings; it will have the soul all to itself.

God, immortality, duty - how inconceivable the first, how unbelievable the second, how peremptory and absolute the third.

Hatred is like fire, it makes even light rubbish deadly.

All our ignorance brings us closer to death.

We are all of us born in moral stupidity, taking the world as an udder to feed our supreme selves

'Tis God gives skill, but not without men's hand: He could not make Antonio Stradivarius's violins without Antonio.

When one is grateful for something too good for common thanks, writing is less unsatisfactory than speech-one does not, at least, hear how inadequate the words are.