The atheists are for the most part imprudent and misguided scholars who reason badly who, not being able to understand the Creation, the origin of evil, and other difficulties, have recourse to the hypothesis the eternity of things and of inevitability.

The perfect is the enemy of the good.

Love is a cloth which imagination embroiders.

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.

The true triumph of reason is that it enables us to get along with those who do not possess it.

Where there is friendship, there is our natural soil.

All the arts are brothers; each one is a light to the others.