Happiness is neither within us, nor without us. It is in the union of ourselves with God.

If man were happy, he would be the more so, the less he was diverted, like the saints and God.

Distraction is the only thing that consoles us for our miseries. Yet it is itself the greatest of our miseries.

In difficult times carry something beautiful in your heart.

If there is a God, He is infinitely incomprehensible, since, having, neither parts nor limits, He has no affinity to us. We are then incapable of knowing either what He is or if He is. [So] you must wager. Let us weigh the gain and the loss in wagering that God is. Let us estimate these two chances. If you gain, you gain all; if you lose, you lose nothing. Wager then without hesitation that he is.

The God of the infinite is the God of the infinitesimal.

Our senses perceive no extreme. Too much sound deafens us; too much light dazzles us; too great distance or proximity hinders ourview. Too great length and too great brevity of discourse tends to obscurity; too much truth is paralyzing.... In short, extremes are for us as though they were not, and we are not within their notice. They escape us, or we them.