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.
All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.
We conceal it from ourselves in vain - we must always love something. In those matters seemingly removed from love, the feeling is secretly to be found, and man cannot possibly live for a moment without it.
Law, without force, is impotent.
Concupiscence and force are the source of all our actions; concupiscence causes voluntary actions, force involuntary ones.
Desire and force between them are responsible for all our actions; desire causes our voluntary acts, force our involuntary.
Nothing is as approved as mediocrity, the majority has established it and it fixes it fangs on whatever gets beyond it either way.
We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.
What a chimera then is man! What a novelty! What a monster, what a chaos, what a contradiction, what a prodigy! Judge of all things, feeble earthworm, depository of truth, a sink of uncertainty and error, the glory and the shame of the universe.
Few men speak humbly of humility, chastely of chastity, skeptically of skepticism.
All man's miseries derive from not being able to sit quietly in a room alone.
To go beyond the bounds of moderation is to outrage humanity.
If we examine our thoughts, we shall find them always occupied with the past and the future.
All the miseries of mankind come from one thing, not knowing how to remain alone.
Experience makes us see an enormous difference between piety and goodness.