From the best bliss that earth imparts, we turn unfilled to Thee again.
What we love we shall grow to resemble.
The more I contemplate God, the more God looks on me. The more I pray to him, the more he thinks of me too.
The tears of those repenting are the wine of angels.
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.
When God forgives a sinner who humbly confesses his sin, the devil loses his dominion over the heart he had taken.