God (n.) is equally distant from men everywhere.
God (n.) is the same distance from people wherever they are.
God (n.) would no longer be God if the part of himself he gave us could be hindered by himself or anyone else.
God (n.) is carried around inside you, poor thing, and you soil him with dirty thoughts and foul deeds without even knowing it.
God (n.) is a gym master who sets his favourite pupils against the toughest opponents, so that they take the palm at Olympia.
God (n.) is not flesh, land or fame but intelligence, knowledge, right reason — and that is where the good must be sought.
God (n.) should be consulted like a stranger asked the way — with no wish that the right-hand road be the one — or used like our eyes.
God (n.) is inside you: when you eat, exercise, lie with a woman, you are nourishing God, exercising God — carrying him about, poor wretch, and know it not.
God (n.) is your father — if Caesar adopted you no one could stand your conceit; know you are a son of Zeus and see if you are not elated.
God (n.) is hated in the end by anyone whose good lies in externals: when misfortune comes and he does not help, what use is he — god of fever?
God (n.) is your father; believe that properly and you could never think a mean thought about yourself — a man merely adopted by Caesar is already insufferably proud.