Blaise Pascal was a French mathematician, physicist, inventor, writer and Christian philosopher. He was a child prodigy who was educated by his father, a tax collector in Rouen. Pascal also wrote in defence of the scientific method. Pascal was an important mathematician, helping create two major new areas of research: he wrote a significant treatise on the subject of projective geometry at the age of 16, and later corresponded with Pierre de Fermat on probability theory, strongly influencing the development of modern economics and social science.
The Heart Has Its Reasons Of Which Reason Knows Nothing.
If You Gain, You Gain All. If You Lose, You Lose Nothing. Wager Then, Without Hesitation, That He Exists.
The Self Is Hateful.
We Never Love A Person, But Only Qualities.
Man's True Nature Being Lost, Everything Becomes His Nature; As, His True Good Being Lost, Everything Becomes His Good.
Our Nature Consists In Motion; Complete Rest Is Death.
The Only Shame Is To Have None.
Atheism Shows Strength Of Mind, But Only To A Certain Degree.
Justice Is What Is Established; And Thus All Our Established Laws Will Necessarily Be Regarded As Just Without Examination, Since They Are Established.
It Is Natural For The Mind To Believe And For The Will To Love; So That, For Want Of True Objects, They Must Attach Themselves To False.
A Trifle Consoles Us, For A Trifle Distresses Us.
I Can Well Conceive A Man Without Hands, Feet, Head. But I Cannot Conceive Man Without Thought; He Would Be A Stone Or A Brute.
Truth Is So Obscure In These Times, And Falsehood So Established, That, Unless We Love The Truth, We Cannot Know It.
The Last Act Is Bloody, However Pleasant All The Rest Of The Play Is: A Little Earth Is Thrown At Last Upon Our Head, And That Is The End Forever.
Between Us And Heaven Or Hell There Is Only Life, Which Is The Frailest Thing In The World.
Men Often Take Their Imagination For Their Heart; And They Believe They Are Converted As Soon As They Think Of Being Converted.
The Sensitivity Of Men To Small Matters, And Their Indifference To Great Ones, Indicates A Strange Inversion.
Chance Gives Rise To Thoughts, And Chance Removes Them; No Art Can Keep Or Acquire Them.
The Weather And My Mood Have Little Connection. I Have My Foggy And My Fine Days Within Me; My Prosperity Or Misfortune Has Little To Do With The Matter.
If We Must Not Act Save On A Certainty, We Ought Not To Act On Religion, For It Is Not Certain. But How Many Things We Do On An Uncertainty, Sea Voyages, Battles!
Nothing Fortifies Scepticism More Than The Fact That There Are Some Who Are Not Sceptics; If All Were So, They Would Be Wrong.
We Like Security: We Like The Pope To Be Infallible In Matters Of Faith, And Grave Doctors To Be So In Moral Questions So That We Can Feel Reassured.
Kind Words Do Not Cost Much. Yet They Accomplish Much.
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.
The Immortality Of The Soul Is A Matter Which Is Of So Great Consequence To Us And Which Touches Us So Profoundly That We Must Have Lost All Feeling To Be Indifferent About It.
There Are Two Kinds Of People One Can Call Reasonable: Those Who Serve God With All Their Heart Because They Know Him, And Those Who Seek Him With All Their Heart Because They Do Not Know Him.
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.
The Last Proceeding Of Reason Is To Recognize That There Is An Infinity Of Things Which Are Beyond It. There Is Nothing So Conformable To Reason As This Disavowal Of Reason.
To Have No Time For Philosophy Is To Be A True Philosopher.
Our Soul Is Cast Into A Body, Where It Finds Number, Time, Dimension. Thereupon It Reasons, And Calls This Nature Necessity, And Can Believe Nothing Else.
Continuous Eloquence Wearies. Grandeur Must Be Abandoned To Be Appreciated. Continuity In Everything Is Unpleasant. Cold Is Agreeable, That We May Get Warm.
Concupiscence And Force Are The Source Of All Our Actions; Concupiscence Causes Voluntary Actions, Force Involuntary Ones.
The Consciousness Of The Falsity Of Present Pleasures, And The Ignorance Of The Vanity Of Absent Pleasures, Cause Inconstancy.
Do You Wish People To Think Well Of You? Don't Speak Well Of Yourself.
We View Things Not Only From Different Sides, But With Different Eyes; We Have No Wish To Find Them Alike.
We Sail Within A Vast Sphere, Ever Drifting In Uncertainty, Driven From End To End.
The Least Movement Is Of Importance To All Nature. The Entire Ocean Is Affected By A Pebble.
Faith Is Different From Proof; The Latter Is Human, The Former Is A Gift From God.
Can Anything Be Stupider Than That A Man Has The Right To Kill Me Because He Lives On The Other Side Of A River And His Ruler Has A Quarrel With Mine, Though I Have Not Quarrelled With Him?
Truly It Is An Evil To Be Full Of Faults; But It Is A Still Greater Evil To Be Full Of Them And To Be Unwilling To Recognize Them, Since That Is To Add The Further Fault Of A Voluntary Illusion.
Thus So Wretched Is Man That He Would Weary Even Without Any Cause For Weariness... And So Frivolous Is He That, Though Full Of A Thousand Reasons For Weariness, The Least Thing, Such As Playing Billiards Or Hitting A Ball, Is Sufficient Enough To Amuse Him.
All Men's Miseries Derive From Not Being Able To Sit In A Quiet Room Alone.
Eloquence Is A Painting Of The Thoughts.
Man's Greatness Lies In His Power Of Thought.
Faith Embraces Many Truths Which Seem To Contradict Each Other.
Vanity Is But The Surface.
When We Are In Love We Seem To Ourselves Quite Different From What We Were Before.
Nature Is An Infinite Sphere Of Which The Center Is Everywhere And The Circumference Nowhere.
Nothing Is As Approved As Mediocrity, The Majority Has Established It And It Fixes Its Fangs On Whatever Gets Beyond It Either Way.
Nothing Gives Rest But The Sincere Search For Truth.