Unable to make what is just strong, we have made what is strong just.
Habit is a second nature, which destroys the first.
Death itself is less painful when it comes upon us unawares than the bare contemplation of it, even when danger is far distant.
It is not in Montaigne, but in myself, that I find all that I see in him.
If we regulate our conduct according to our own convictions, we may safely disregard the praise or censure of others.
Amusement that is excessive and followed only for its own sake, allures and deceives us.
Those we call the ancients were really new in everything.
The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.
One of the greatest artifices the devil uses to engage men in vice and debauchery, is to fasten names of contempt on certain virtues, and thus fill weak souls with a foolish fear of passing for scrupulous, should they desire to put them in practice.
There are plenty of maxims in the world; all that remains is to apply them.
Continuous eloquence is tedious.
Our nature lies in movement; complete calm is death.
Whilst in speaking of human things, we say that it is necessary to know them before we love can them. The saints on the contrary say in speaking of divine things that it is necessary to love them in order to know them, and that we only enter truth through charity.
Men despise religion. They hate it and are afraid it may be true.
Lust is the source of all our actions, and humanity.
All the excesses, all the violence, and all the vanity of great men, come from the fact that they know not what they are: it being difficult for those who regard themselves at heart as equal with all men... For this it is necessary for one to forget himself, and to believe that he has some real excellence above them, in which consists this illusion that I am endeavoring to discover to you.
All that tends not to charity is figurative. The sole aim of the Scripture is charity.
The sensitivity of men to small matters, and their indifference to great ones, indicates a strange inversion.
The heart has arguments with which the logic of mind is not aquainted.
Everything that is written merely to please the author is worthless.
We view things not only from different sides, but with different eyes; we have no wish to find them alike.
It is certain that the soul is either mortal or immortal. The decision of this question must make a total difference in the principles of morals. Yet philosophers have arranged their moral system entirely independent of this. What an extraordinary blindness!
Those who are clever in imagination are far more pleased with themselves than prudent men could reasonably be.
We implore the mercy of God, not that He may leave us at peace in our vices, but that He may deliver us from them.
When one does not love too much, one does not love enough.
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