In this way, his unhappy soul struggled with its anguish. Eighteen hundred years before this unfortunate man, the mysterious Being, in whom all the sanctities and all the sufferings of humanity come together, He too, while the olive trees trembled in the fierce breath of the Infinite, had brushed away the fearful cup that appeared before him, streaming with shadow and running over with darkness, in the star-filled depths. (pg. 236)

Astronomy, that micography of heaven, is the most magnificent of the sciences. ... Astronomy has its clear side and its luminous side; on its clear side it is tinctured with algebra, on its luminous side with poetry.

To commit the least possible sin is the law for man. To live without sin is the dream of an angel. Everything terrestrial is subject to sin. Sin is a gravitation.

If the infinite had no me, then me would be its limit. It would not be the infinite, therefore it would not be.

Night and the day, when united, Bring forth the beautiful light.

His judgement demonstrates that one can be a genius and understand nothing of an art that is not one's own.

To live a life which is a perpetual falsehood is to suffer unknown tortures.