Everything that is written merely to please the author is worthless.

Thinking too little about things or thinking too much both make us obstinate and fanatical.

Imagination cannot make fools wise, but it makes them happy, as against reason, which only makes its friends wretched: one covers them with glory, the other with shame.

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

To find recreation in amusements is not happiness; for this joy springs from alien and extrinsic sources, and is therefore dependent upon and subject to interruption by a thousand accidents, which may minister inevitable affliction.

Great and small suffer the same mishaps.

As men are not able to fight against death, misery, ignorance, they have taken it into their heads, in order to be happy, not to think of them at all.