Our Nature Lies In Movement; Complete Calm

The Imagination Enlarges Little Objects So As To Fill Our Souls With A Fantastic Estimate; And, With Rash Insolence, It Belittles The Great To Its Own Measure, As When Talking Of God.

That We Must Love One God Only Is A Thing So Evident That It Does Not Require Miracles To Prove It.

Being Unable To Cure Death, Wretchedness, And Ignorance, Men Have Decided, In Order To Be Happy, Not To Think About Such Things.

Nothing Is So Intolerable To Man As Being Fully At Rest, Without A Passion, Without Business, Without Entertainment, Without Care.

All Our Reasoning Boils Down To Yielding To Sentiment.