Quotes By Blaise Pascal

You always admire what you really don't understand.

Too much and too little wine. Give him none, he cannot find truth; give him too much, the same.

Faith certainly tells us what the senses do not, but not the contrary of what they see; it is above, not against them.

Evil is easy, and has infinite forms.

Habit is a second nature that destroys the first. But what is nature? Why is habit not natural? I am very much afraid that nature itself is only a first habit, just as habit is a second nature.

If you gain, you gain all. If you lose, you lose nothing. Wager then, without hesitation, that He exists.

All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.

We know the truth, not only by the reason, but also by the heart.

Nothing is as approved as mediocrity, the majority has established it and it fixes it fangs on whatever gets beyond it either way.

That we must love one God only is a thing so evident that it does not require miracles to prove it.

He that takes truth for his guide, and duty for his end, may safely trust to God's providence to lead him aright.

We only consult the ear because the heart is wanting.

Few friendships would survive if each one knew what his friend says of him behind his back.

The greater intellect one has, the more originality one finds in men. Ordinary persons find no difference between men.

It is the fight alone that pleases us, not the victory.

Imagination disposes of everything; it creates beauty, justice, and happiness, which are everything in this world.

The finite is annihilated in the presence of the infinite, and becomes a pure nothing. So our spirit before God, so our justice before divine justice.

Human beings must be known to be loved; but Divine beings must be loved to be known.

Two things control men's nature, instinct and experience.

A trifle consoles us, for a trifle distresses us.

Justice is what is established; and thus all our established laws will necessarily be regarded as just without examination, since they are established.

The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.

The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.

It is not good to be too free. It is not good to have everything one wants.

Even those who write against fame wish for the fame of having written well, and those who read their works desire the fame of having read them.

As men are not able to fight against death, misery, ignorance, they have taken it into their heads, in order to be happy, not to think of them at all.

Justice and truth are too such subtle points that our tools are too blunt to touch them accurately.

If our condition were truly happy, we would not seek diversion from it in order to make ourselves happy.

Truth is so obscure in these times, and falsehood so established, that, unless we love the truth, we cannot know it.

All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.