The harmony of a concert, to which you listen with delight, must have on certain classes of minute animals the effect of terrible thunder; perhaps it kills them.

Martin in particular concluded that man was born to live either in the convulsions of misery, or in the lethargy of boredom.

We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one.

History never repeats itself. Man always does.

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.

We admit, in geometry, not only infinite magnitudes, that is to say, magnitudes greater than any assignable magnitude, but infinite magnitudes infinitely greater, the one than the other. This astonishes our dimension of brains, which is only about six inches long, five broad, and six in depth, in the largest heads.

The more I read, the more I acquire, the more certain I am that I know nothing.