Some statements of philosophers are so transcendent, and so soaring in imaginative power, that they require little or no comment.  I found one such passage today in a book that in recent years has come to be one of my favorites:  Pascal’s Pensées.  I love Pascal because I can open his book at random, any time I feel the need, and feel his spiritual fingers gripping my throat with every sentence.  He is not only a philosopher, but a saint.

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