When a natural discourse paints a passion or an effect, one feels within oneself the truth of what one reads, which was there before, although one did not know it. Hence one is inclined to love him who makes us feel it, for he has not shown us his own riches, but ours. ...such community of intellect that we have with him necessarily inclines the heart to love.

At the centre of every human being is a God-shaped vacuum which can only be filled by Jesus Christ.

I am in the utmost perplexity, yand have wished a hundred times, that if there is a A God, nature would manifest him without ambiguity, and that if there is not, every imaginary sign of his existence might vanish : in short, let nature speak distinctly, or be totally silent, and I shall know what course to take.

Eloquence is the painting of thought.

However vast a man's spiritual resources, he is capable of but one great passion.

If men knew themselves, God would heal and pardon them.

All our troubles come from not being able to be alone.