The miserable's name is Man; he is agonizing in all climes, and he is groaning in all languages.

Nothing awakens reminiscence like an aroma.

Without at all invalidating what we have just said, we believe that a perpetual remembrance of the tomb is proper for the living. On this point, the priest and the philosopher agree: We must die.

"Animals are happy," said the queen. "They run no risk of going to hell." "They are there already," replied Josiana.

The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.

It is the essence of truth that it is never excessive. Why should it exaggerate? There is that which should be destroyed and that which should be simply illuminated and studied. How great is the force of benevolent and searching examination! We must not resort to the flame where only light is required.

Religion, Society, and Nature--these are the three struggles of man.