The entire method consists in the order and arrangement of the things to which the mind's eye must turn so that we can discover some truth.

With me, everything turns into mathematics.

Illusory joy is often worth more than genuine sorrow.

Whenever anyone has offended me, I try to raise my soul so high that the offense cannot reach it.

Just as we believe by faith that the greatest happiness of the next life consists simply in the contemplation of this divine majesty, likewise we experience that we derive the greatest joy of which we are capable in this life from the same contemplation, even though it is much less perfect.

He who hid well, lived well.

Nothing is more fairly distributed than common sense: no one thinks he needs more of it than he already has.