The eternal silence of these infinite spaces terrifies me - Blaise Pascal

[152] Between us and heaven or hell there is only life half-way, the most fragile thing in the world.

Man finds nothing so intolerable as to be in a state of complete rest, without passions, without occupation, without diversion, without effort.

Then he faces his nullity, loneliness, inadequacy, dependence, helplessness, emptiness.

And at once there wells up from the depths of his soul boredom, gloom, depression, chagrin, resentment, despair.

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