According to the doctrine of chance, you ought to put yourself to the trouble of searching for the truth; for if you die without worshiping the True Cause, you are lost. "But," say you, "if He had wished me to worship Him, He would have left me signs of His will." He has done so; but you neglect them. Seek them, therefore; it is well worth it.

Having been unable to strengthen justice, we have justified strength.

We make an idol of truth itself; for truth apart from charity is not God, but His image and idol, which we must neither love nor worship.

We know that there is an infinite, and we know not its nature. As we know it to be false that numbers are finite, it is therefore true that there is a numerical infinity. But we know not of what kind; it is untrue that it is even, untrue that it is odd; for the addition of a unit does not change its nature; yet it is a number, and every number is odd or even (this certainly holds of every finite number). Thus we may quite well know that there is a God without knowing what He is.

Nothing is more dastardly than to act with bravado toward God.

Death is easier to bear without thinking of it, than the thought of death without peril.

You're basically killing each other to see who's got the better imaginary friend.