Let us fear the worst, but work with faith; the best will always take care of itself.

The soul does not give itself up to despair until it has exhausted all illusions.

It is a terrible thing to be happy! How pleased we are with it! How all-sufficient we think it! How, being in possession of the false aim of life, happiness, we forget the true aim, duty!

It is the essence of truth that it is never excessive.... We must not resort to the flame where only light is required.

God created the flirt as soon as he made the fool.

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.

Everything being a constant carnival, there is no carnival left.