All ancient histories are just fables that have been agreed upon.
The very impossibility in which I find myself to prove that God is not, discovers to me his existence.
Men argue. Nature acts.
Anything that is too stupid to be spoken is sung.
God is a circle whose centre is everywhere and circumference nowhere.
Is there anyone so wise as to learn by the experience of others?
We never live; we are always in the expectation of living.
The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs.