It is man's natural sickness to believe that he possesses the Truth.
Our nature consists in motion; complete rest is death.
Happiness is neither within us, nor without us. It is in the union of ourselves with God.
All our life passes in this way: we seek rest by struggling against certain obstacles, and once they are overcome, rest proves intolerable because of the boredom it produces.
All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.
Cold words freeze people, and hot words scorch them, and bitter words make them bitter, and wrathful words make them wrathful. Kind words also produce their own image on men's souls; and a beautiful image it is. They smooth, and quiet, and comfort the hearer.