Religion is so great a thing that it is right that those who will not take the trouble to seek it if it be obscure, should be deprived of it.

We have an idea of truth, invincible to all scepticism.

Our senses will not admit anything extreme. Too much noise confuses us, too much light dazzles us, too great distance or nearness prevents vision, too great prolixity or brevity weakens an argument, too much pleasure gives pain, too much accordance annoys.

That we must love one God only is a thing so evident that it does not require miracles to prove it.

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

Not to be mad is another form of madness

Being unable to cure death, wretchedness, and ignorance, men have decided, in order to be happy, not to think about such things.