I do not call reason that brutal reason which crushes with its weight what is holy and sacred, that malignant reason which delights in the errors it succeeds in discovering, that unfeeling and scornful reason which insults credulity.
Antiquity! I like its ruins better than its reconstructions.
When my friends lack an eye, I look at them in profile.
Heaven is for those who think of it.
Contempt for private wrongs was one of the features of ancient morals.
There are single thoughts that contain the essence of a whole volume, single sentences that have the beauties of a large work.