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| In vain we chisel, as best we can, the mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny reappears continually. | | Destiny; Injustice; Life | |
| Indigestion is charged by God with enforcing morality on the stomach | | Uncategorized | |
| Initiative is doing the right thing without being told. | | Uncategorized | |
| Is there no hope? the sick man said, The silent doctor shook his head, And took his leave with signs of sorrow, Despairing of his fee to-morrow. | | Uncategorized | |
| It is better to reenter hell and become an angel, than to remain in heaven and become a demon. | | Uncategorized | |
| It is by suffering that human beings become angels. | | Uncategorized | |
| It is from books that wise people derive consolation in the troubles of life. | | Uncategorized | |
| It is not enough for us to prostrate ourselves under the tree which is Creation, and to contemplate its tremendous branches filled with stars. We have a duty to perform, to work upon the human soul, to defend the mystery against the miracle, to worship the incomprehensible while rejecting the absurd; to accept, in the inexplicable, only what is necessary; to dispel the superstitions that surround religion --to rid God of His Maggots. | | Uncategorized | |
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| It is the essence of truth that it is never excessive. Why should it exaggerate? There is that which should be destroyed and that which should be simply illuminated and studied. How great is the force of benevolent and searching examination! We must not resort to the flame where only light is required. | | Uncategorized | |
| It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe. | | Uncategorized | |
Je hais vos idées, mais je me ferait tuer pour que vous ayez le droit de les exprimer.
I hate your ideas, but I would have myself killed so that you could have the right to expres them. | | Freedom | |
| Jesus wept; Voltaire smiled. From that divine tear and from that human smile is derived the grace of present civilization. | | Civilization; Grace | |
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| Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. | | Laughter | |
| Let us have compassion for those under chastisement. Alas, who are we ourselves? Who am I and who are you? Whence do we come and is it quite certain that we did nothing before we were born? This earth is not without some resemblance to a gaol. Who kn | | Uncategorized | |
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