The poison of skepticism becomes, like alcoholism, tuberculosis, and s >>
Why is it that reality, when set down untransposed in a book, sounds f >>
In relation to God, we are like a thief who has burgled the house of a >>
Cares are often more difficult to throw off than sorrows; the latter d >>
The only thing grief as taught me is to know how shallow it is. >>
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. >>
With no matter what human being, taken individually, I always find reasons for concluding that sorrow and misfortune do not suit him; either because he seems too mediocre for anything so great, or, on the contrary, too precious to be destroyed.