Love me, love my dog.

Let us not imagine that we obscure the glory of the Son by the great praise we lavish on the Mother; for the more she is honored, the greater is the glory of her Son. There can be no doubt that whatever we say in praise of the Mother gives equal praise to the Son.

The reason for our loving God is God.

Jesus to me is honey in the mouth, music in the ear, a song in the heart.

Pride causes us to use our gifts as though they came from ourselves, not benefits received from God, and to usurp our benefactor's glory.

You wish to see; listen. Hearing is a step toward Vision.

Have death always before your eyes as a salutary means of returning to God.