El hombre tiene ilusiones como el pájaro alas. Eso es lo que lo sostiene
Man is neither angel nor brute, and the unfortunate thing is that he who would act the angel acts the brute.
As men who naturally understand their own condition avoid nothing so much as rest, so there is nothing they leave undone in seeking turmoil.
Two infinites. Mean. When we read too quickly or too slowly we do not understand anything.
The sole case of man’s unhappiness is that he does not know how to stay quietly in his room
There is some pleasure in being on board a ship battered by storms when one is certain of not perishing. The persecutions buffeting the Church are like this.
What then is to become of man? Will he be the equal of god or the beasts? What a terrifying distance! What then shall he be? Who cannot see from all this that man is lost, that he has fallen from his place, that he anxiously seeks it, and cannot find it again? And who then is to direct him there? The greatest men have failed.
They prefer death to peace, others prefer death to war.
Any opinion can be preferred to life, which it seems so natural to love dearly.
No man ever believes with a true and saving faith unless God incline his heart, and no man when God does incline his heart can refrain from believing.
All of human unhappiness comes from one single thing: not knowing how to remain at rest in a room.