It is not the length of years but a multitude of generations that makes things obscure. For truth is only perverted when men change. - Blaise Pascal

For after all what is man in nature? A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing, a central point between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either. The ends of things and their beginnings are impregnably concealed from him in an impenetrable secret. He is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness out of which he was drawn and the infinite in which he is engulfed.

Man is neither angel nor brute, and the unfortunate thing is that he who would act the angel acts the brute.

It is a natural illness of man to think that he possesses the truth directly…