To a great extent, suffering is a sort of need felt by the organism to make itself familiar with a new state, which makes it uneasy, to adapt its sensibility to that state.

The paradoxes of today are the prejudices of tomorrow, since the most benighted and the most deplorable prejudices have had their moment of novelty when fashion lent them its fragile grace.

A cathedral, a wave of a storm, a dancer's leap, never turn out to be as high as we had hoped.

The opinions which we hold of one another, our relations with friends and kinsfolk are in no sense permanent, save in appearance, but are as eternally fluid as the sea itself.

A doctor who doesn't say too many foolish things is a patient half-cured.

The highest praise of God consists in the denial of him by the atheist who finds creation so perfect that it can dispense with a creator.

I should have been happy: I wasn’t.