What a misfortune to be a woman! And yet, the worst misfortune is not to understand what a misfortune it is.

The idea of demonstrating that this unknown something [God] exists, could scarcely suggest itself to Reason. For if God does not exist it would of course be impossible to prove it, and if he does exist it would be folly to attempt it.

Only when it is a duty to love, only then is love eternally and happily secured against despair.

Maturity consists in the discovery that there comes a critical moment where everything is reversed, after which the point becomes to understand more and more that there is something which cannot be understood.

The most common form of despair is not being who you are.

No time of life is so beautiful as the early days of love, when with every meeting, every glance, one fetches something new home to rejoice over.

For without risk there is no faith, and the greater the risk, the greater the faith.