There are always wonderful mysteries to confront.
We can, following the exemple of Kant, consider the moral development and improvement of men, as the supreme goal of human evolution.
It is to our lack of proper content ("notre manque de contenu propre:;», Fr. ), of our inner emptiness that we need occupations and distractions, otherwise ("faute de quoi", Fr. ) we experience boredom, which is nothing elses than the feeling of unease that take hold of us when our spirit is not absorbed by the mirages of life.
It must be all the same to the citizens ("ressortissants", Fr. ) of a country that their governing (those in power) speak such language or such other ("telle langue ou telle autre", Fr. ); likewise that it must be all the same to them that these adhere to such or such religion, so long as a full (or complete) liberty is equally garantee for everyone.
The intellectual development of man, far from having get men away from war, has, rather, on the contrary, bring them to a refinment always more perfected in the art of killing. They even came to raise the methods of slaughter to the rank of "science". . . We would not (On ne saurait", Fr. ) imagine a more extraordinary moral blindness!
The most sacred duty, the supreme and urgent work, is to deliver humanity from the malediction of Cain - fratricidal war.
Nothing that rest on some contradictory basis shall succeed or last in the long run ("ne saurait réussir ou durer, à la longue", Fr. ); all that involve (or imply. . . ) a contradiction is fatally destined, early or late, to disintegrate and disappear.
It is sad that the air is the only thing we share. No matter how close we get to each other, there is always air between us.
I like adventures and people who live with the volume on high.
The Christian is not superficial in any sense, but is fundamentally serious and fundamentally happy. You see, the joy of the Christian is a holy joy; the happiness of the Christian is a serious happiness. . . . it is a solemn joy, it is a holy joy, it is a serious happiness; so that, though he is grave and sober-minded and serious, he is never cold and prohibitive.
Men cry because things are not what they ought to be.