Hi Alex,
Here is what I found, from
Pensées:
Our nature exists by motion; prefect rest is death. [75]
«When we are well we wonder how we should get on if we were sick, but when sickness comes we take our medicine cheerfully, into that the evil resolves itself. We have no longer those passions and that desire for amusement and gadding abroad, which were ours in health, but are now incompatible with the necessities of our disease. So then nature gives us passions and desires in accordance with the immediate situation. Nothing troubles us but fears, which we, and not nature, make for ourselves, because fear adds to the condition in which we are the passions of the condition in which we are not.»
http://oll.libertyfund.org/titles/2407 Translator: Charles Kegan Paul
The translation sounds very nice to me.
Pascal and Chateaubriand have (at least for me) a depth and irreplaceable styles in French litterature.