When I touch a human hand, I touch heaven.

You find yourself in the world, without any power, immovable as a rock, stupid, so to speak, as a log of wood.

We are rational creatures: Our virtue and perfection is to love reason, or rather to love order.

God transforms, so to speak, this air into words, into various sounds. He makes you understand these various sounds through the modifications by which you are affected.

All creatures are united to God alone in an immediate union. They depend essentially and directly upon Him. Being all alike equally impotent, they cannot be in reciprocal dependence upon one another.

I love good and pleasure, I hate evil and pain, I want to be happy and I am not mistaken in believing, that people, angels and even demons have those same inclinations.

Just as our eyes need light in order to see, our minds need ideas in order to create.