The manner in which Epictetus, Montaigne, and Salomon de Tultie wrote, is the most usual, the most suggestive, the most remembered, and the oftener quoted; because it is entirely composed of thoughts born from the common talk of life.

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?

We view things not only from different sides, but with different eyes; we have no wish to find them alike.

Everyone, without exception, is searching for happiness.

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

At the centre of every human being is a God-shaped vacuum which can only be filled by Jesus Christ.

The exterior must be joined to the interior to obtain anything from God, that is to say, we must kneel, pray with the lips, and soon, in order that proud man, who would not submit himself to God, may be now subject to the creature.