The measure of love is love without measure.
The tears of those repenting are the wine of angels.
Jesus to me is honey in the mouth, music in the ear, a song in the heart.
Humility is, of all graces, the chiefest when it does not know itself to be a grace at all.
Who loves me will love my dog also.
What does God hate or punish except self-will? Let self-will cease, and there will be no hell. On what does that fire feed except on self-will?