The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.

Little things console us because little things afflict us.

Happiness is neither without us nor within us. It is in God, both without us and within us.

We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.

The immortality of the soul is a matter which is of so great consequence to us and which touches us so profoundly that we must have lost all feeling to be indifferent about it.

The misfortune of the wise is better than the prosperity of the fool.