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.

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.

I do not believe there is anything useful which men can know with exactitude that they cannot know by arithmetic and algebra.

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

You will not dishonor the divine perfections by judgments unworthy of them, provided you never judge of Him by yourself, provided you do not ascribe to the Creator the imperfections and limitations of created beings.

When I touch a human hand, I touch heaven.