A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. What is pleasant belongs to dreams. 272
We can only know one thing about God – that he is what we are not. Our wretchedness alone is an image of this. The more we contemplate it, the more we contemplate him. 721
To want friendship is a great fault. Friendship ought to be a gratuitous joy, like the joys afforded by art or life. 332
