Man is but a reed, the most feeble thing in nature, but he is a thinking reed.
As men are not able to fight against death, misery, ignorance, they have taken it into their heads, in order to be happy, not to think of them at all.
Custom is our nature. What are our natural principles but principles of custom?
Contradiction is not a sign of falsity, nor the lack of contradiction a sign of truth.
Continuous eloquence wearies. Grandeur must be abandoned to be appreciated. Continuity in everything is unpleasant. Cold is agreeable, that we may get warm.
Chance gives rise to thoughts, and chance removes them; no art can keep or acquire them.
Can anything be stupider than that a man has the right to kill me because he lives on the other side of a river and his ruler has a quarrel with mine, though I have not quarrelled with him?
Between us and heaven or hell there is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.
All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.
Atheism shows strength of mind, but only to a certain degree.
Earnestness is enthusiasm tempered by reason.
Men despise religion. They hate it and are afraid it may be true.
All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.
Noble deeds that are concealed are most esteemed.
A trifle consoles us, for a trifle distresses us.