Instinct teaches us to look for happiness outside ourselves.

Imagination is the deceptive part in man, the mistress of error and falsehood.

Men are so necessarily mad, that not to be mad would amount to another form of madness.

Now, if the passions had no hold on us, a week and a hundred years would amount to the same.

Let it not be imagined that the life of a good Christian must be a life of melancholy and gloominess; for he only resigns some pleasures to enjoy others infinitely better.

We are fools to depend upon the society of our fellow-men. Wretched as we are, powerless as we are, they will not aid us; we shall die alone.

If it is an extraordinary blindness to live without investigating what we are, it is a terrible one to live an evil life, while believing in God