I have lived as a philosopher and die as a Christian.

The same principle that forbids me to lie does not allow me to tell the truth.

For my future I have no concern, and as a true philosopher, I never would have any, for I know not what it may be: as a Christian, on the other hand, faith must believe without discussion, and the stronger it is, the more it keeps silent.

Love is only a feeling of curiousity more or less intense, grafted upon the inclination placed in us by nature that the species may be preserved.

Hope is nothing but a deceitful flatterer accepted by reason only because it is often in need of palliatives.

My success and my misfortunes, the bright and the dark days I have gone through, everything has proved to me that in this world, either physical or moral, good comes out of evil just as well as evil comes out of good.

We ourselve are the authors of almost all our woes and griefs, of which we so unreasonably complain.