We feel neither extreme heat nor extreme cold; qualities that are in excess are so much at variance with our feelings that they are impalpable: we do not feel them, though we suffer from their effects.

All mankind's troubles are caused by one single thing, which is their inability to sit quietly.

The Church limits her sacramental services to the faithful. Christ gave Himself upon the cross a ransom for all.

Not to be mad is another form of madness

Desire and force between them are responsible for all our actions; desire causes our voluntary acts, force our involuntary.

If they [Plato and Aristotle] wrote about politics it was as if to lay down rules for a madhouse. And if they pretended to treat it as something really important it was because they knew that the madmen they were talking to believed themselves to be kings and emperors. They humored these beliefs in order to calm down their madness with as little harm as possible.

Do they think that they have given us great pleasure by telling us that they hold our soul to be no more than wind or smoke, and saying it moreover in tones of pride and satisfaction? Is this then something to be said gaily? Is it not on the contrary something to be said sadly, as being the saddest thing in the world?