All Men Seek Happiness. There

The Only Thing Which Consoles For Our Miseries Is Diversion, And Yet This Is The Greatest Of Our Miseries. For It Is This Which Principally Hinders Us From Reflecting Upon Ourselves And Which Makes Us Imperceptibly Ruin Ourselves.

The Stream Is Always Purer At Its Source.

By Space The Universe Encompasses And Swallows Me Up Like An Atom; By Thought I Comprehend The World.

The Heart Has Its Reasons Of Which Reason Knows Nothing.

There Was Once In Man A True Happiness Of Which There Now Remain To Him Only The Mark And Empty Trace, Which He In Vain Tries To Fill From All His Surroundings, Seeking From Things Absent The Help He Does Not Obtain In Things Present.