We must prefer real hell to an imaginary paradise.

Death. An instantaneous state, without past or future. Indispensable for entering eternity.

Modern life is given over to immoderation. Immoderation invades everything: actions and thought, public and private life.

Human existence is so fragile a thing and exposed to such dangers that I cannot love without trembling.

With no matter what human being, taken individually, I always find reasons for concluding that sorrow and misfortune do not suit him; either because he seems too mediocre for anything so great, or, on the contrary, too precious to be destroyed.

Contradiction itself, far from always being a criterion of error, is sometimes a sign of truth.

It is human misery and not pleasure which contains the secret of the divine wisdom.