Blaise Pascal Quotes

Jesus is a God whom we can approach without pride and before whom we can humble ourselves without despair.

God is surrounded with people full of love who demand of him the benefits of love which are in his power: thus he is properly the king of love.

"Certain authors, speaking of their works, say: "My book," "My commentary," "My history," etc. They resemble middle-class people who have a house of their own and always have "My house" on their tongue."

Nie betrieben die Menschen das Böse so umfassend und freudig wie aus religiöser Überzeugung.

The heart has its reasons which reason knows not of.

« La vanité est si ancrée dans le cœur de l’homme qu’un soldat, un goujat, un cuisinier, un crocheteur se vante et veut avoir ses admirateurs ; et les philosophes mêmes en veulent. Et ceux qui écrivent contre veulent avoir la gloire d’avoir bien écrit ; et ceux qui lisent veulent avoir la gloire de l’avoir lu ; et moi qui écris ceci, ai peut-être cette envie ».

We never keep to the present. We recall the past; we anticipate the future as if we found it too slow in coming and were trying to hurry it up, or we recall the past as if to stay its too rapid flight. We are so unwise that we wander about in times that do not belong to us, and do not think of the only one that does; so vain that we dream of times that are not and blindly flee the only one that is. The fact is the present usually hurts.

We know the existence of the infinite without knowing its nature, because it too has extension but unlike us no limits.
But we do not know either the existence or the nature of God, because he has neither extension nor limits.

Reason never wholly overcomes imagination, while the contrary is quite common.

'Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, and walk therein.'

All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone.

Do you wish people to think well of you? Don't speak well of yourself.

When I see the blind and wretched state of men, when I survey the whole universe in its deadness, and man left to himself with no light, as though lost in this corner of the universe without knowing who put him there, what he has to do, or what will become of him when he dies, incapable of knowing anything, I am moved to terror, like a man transported in his sleep to some terrifying desert island, who wakes up quite lost, with no means of escape. Then I marvel that so wretched a state does not drive people to despair.

immo et præstat gratia Dei per Christum.

The heart has reasons that reason cannot know.