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.

Those who are clever in imagination are far more pleased with themselves than prudent men could reasonably be.

Is it courage in a dying man to go, in weakness and in agony, to affront an almighty and eternal God?

There is a God-shaped vacuum in every heart.

All men naturally hate each other. We have used concupiscence as best we can to make it serve the common good, but this is mere sham and a false image of charity, for essentially it is just hate.

Discourses on humility are a source of pride in the vain and of humility in the humble.

Habit is a second nature that destroys the first. But what is nature? Why is habit not natural? I am very much afraid that nature itself is only a first habit, just as habit is a second nature.