When I touch a human hand, I touch heaven.

You find yourself in the world, without any power, immovable as a rock, stupid, so to speak, as a log of wood.

One should assiduously pursue perfection without ever claiming to attain it.

I do not believe there is anything useful which men can know with exactitude that they cannot know by arithmetic and algebra.

Just as our eyes need light in order to see, our minds need ideas in order to create.

You will not dishonor the divine perfections by judgments unworthy of them, provided you never judge of Him by yourself, provided you do not ascribe to the Creator the imperfections and limitations of created beings.

God transforms, so to speak, this air into words, into various sounds. He makes you understand these various sounds through the modifications by which you are affected.