“We recognize in a plant some unknown power, a single, form-giving force, which c…” — Joseph de Maistre

All pain is a punishment, and every punishment is inflicted for love as much as for justice.

There is no man who desires as passionately as a Russian. If we could imprison a Russian desire beneath a fortress, that fortress would explode.

Man may well have covered over and, so to speak, encrusted the truth with the errors he has loaded onto it, but these errors are local, and universal truth will always show itself.

Man, in spite of his fatal degradation, bears always the evident marks of his divine origin, in that every universal belief is always more or less true.