The consciousness of the falsity of present pleasures, and the ignorance of the vanity of absent pleasures, cause inconstancy.
Men blaspheme what they do not know.
Little things console us because little things afflict us.
The sensitivity of men to small matters, and their indifference to great ones, indicates a strange inversion.
We never love a person, but only qualities.
It is the heart which perceives God and not the reason. That is what faith is: God perceived by the heart, not by the reason.
It is good to be tired and wearied by the futile search after the true good, that we may stretch out our arms to the Redeemer.
Man’s greatness lies in his power of thought.
Truth is so obscure in these times, and falsehood so established, that, unless we love the truth, we cannot know it.
All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.