Happiness can be found neither in ourselves nor in external things, but in God and in ourselves as united to him.

Too much pleasure disagrees with us. Too many concords are annoying in music; too many benefits irritate us; we wish to have the wherewithal to overpay our debts.

Man is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness from which he emerges and the infinity in which he is engulfed.

Eloquence is a painting of thought; and thus those who, after having painted it, add something more, make a picture instead of a portrait.

You always admire what you really don't understand.

When we would think of God, how many things we find which turn us away from Him, and tempt us to think otherwise. All this is evil, yet it is innate.

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.