The God of the infinite is the God of the infinitesimal.

By space the universe encompasses and swallows me up like an atom; by thought I comprehend the world.

The consciousness of the falsity of present pleasures, and the ignorance of the vanity of absent pleasures, cause inconstancy.

Instead of complaining that God had hidden himself, you will give Him thanks for having revealed so much of Himself.

It is right that what is just should be obeyed. It is necessary that what is strongest should be obeyed.

Either God exists or He doesn't. Either I believe in God or I don't. Of the four possibilities, only one is to my disadvantage. To avoid that possibility, I believe in God.

Bless yourself with holy water, have Masses said, and so on; by a simple and natural process this will make you believe, and will dull you - will quiet your proudly critical intellect.