To believe in God is to yearn for His existence and, furthermore, it is to act as if He did exist.

The tears of anguish irritate and excite; but those of repentance are the ones that wash.

Science is a cemetary of dead ideas.

The less we read, the more harmful it is what we read.

The will, the will not ever to die, the refusal to resign oneself to death, ceaselessly builds the house of life while the keen blasts and icy winds of reason unceasingly batter at the structure and beat it down.

Our life is a hope which is continually converting itself into memory and memory in its turn begets hope.

Was man made for science, or was science made for man?