Love is precisely to the moral nature what the sun is to the earth.

Let us leave the cure of public evils to those quacks, the statesmen.

Only when one has learned to acknowledge that wiser minds have made better words to come out of our mouths may we truly, then, begin to speak them.

It's catastrophies which turn wise and strong people into philosophers.

Music is of two kinds: one petty, poor, second-rate, never varying, its base the hundred or so phrasings which all musicians understand, a babbling which is more or less pleasant, the life that most composers live.

Love is the reduction of the universe to the single being, and the expansion of a single being, even to God

With every one, the expectation of a misfortune constitutes a dreadful, punishment. Suffering then assumes the proportions of the unknown, which is the soul's infinite.