if I were to begin my life again, I should want it as it was. I would only open my eyes a little more.
Paradise does not exist, but we must nonetheless strive to be worthy of it.
On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.
God, he whom everyone knows, by name.
Let us stay at home: there we are decent. Let us not go out: our defects wait for us at the door, like flies.
It is when we are faced with death that we turn most bookish.