Even under the most favorable circumstances no mortal can be asked to seize the truth in its wholeness or at its center.

Nature drives with a loose rein and vitality of any sort can blunder through many a predicament in which reason would despair.

A fanatical imagination cannot regard God as just unless he is represented as infinitely cruel.

Perhaps the only true dignity of man is his capacity to despise himself.

To understand oneself is the classic form of consolation; to elude oneself is the romantic.

The habit of looking for beauty in everything makes us notice the shortcomings of things, our sense, hungry for complete satisfaction, misses the perfection it demands.

A way foolishness has of revenging itself is to excommunicate the world.