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

Without [diversion] we would be in a state of weariness, and this weariness would spur us on to seek a more solid means of escaping from it. But diversion amuses us, and leads us unconsciously to death.

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

Can anything be stupider than that a man has the right to kill me because he lives on the other side of a river and his ruler has a quarrel with mine, though I have not quarrelled with him?

Happiness is neither within us, nor without us. It is in the union of ourselves with God.

If ignorance were bliss, he'd be a blister

Vanity is so secure in the heart of man that everyone wants to be admired: even I who write this, and you who read this.