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.

There is in the soul a taste for the good, just as there is in the body an appetite for enjoyment.

Men must be either the slaves of duty, or the slaves of force.

Virtue is the health of the soul.

Imagination is the eye of the soul.

Good impulses are naught, unless they become good actions.

Sexes. One has the look of a wound, the other of something skinned.