There is no rapture in the love which is prompted by esteem; such affection is lasting, not passionate.
Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched.
On this point, the priest and the philosopher agree: We must die.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.
If you want to civilize a man, begin with his grandmother.
Foppery is the egotism of clothes.