Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth - look at the dying man's struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.

There is something almost cruel about the Christian's being placed in a world which in every way wants to pressure him to do the opposite of what God bids him to do.

The door to happiness opens outward.

It seems to be my destiny to discourse on truth, insofar as I discover it, in such a way that all possible authority is simultaneously demolished.

I feel as if I were a piece in a game of chess, when my opponent says of it: That piece cannot be moved.

Genius never desires what does not exist.

To grumble about the world and its unhappiness is always easier than to beat one's breast and groan over oneself.