The God of Christians is a God of love and comfort, a God who fills the soul and heart of those whom he possesses, a God who makes them conscious of their inward wretchedness, and his infinite mercy; who unites himself to their inmost soul, who fills it with humility and joy, with confidence and love, who renders them incapable of any other end than himself.

Nothing is so intolerable to man as being fully at rest, without a passion, without business, without entertainment, without care.

All that tends not to charity is figurative. The sole aim of the Scripture is charity.

Death itself is less painful when it comes upon us unawares than the bare contemplation of it, even when danger is far distant.

All I know is that I must soon die, but what I know least is this very death which I cannot escape.

All our life passes in this way: we seek rest by struggling against certain obstacles, and once they are overcome, rest proves intolerable because of the boredom it produces.

Cold words freeze people, and hot words scorch them, and bitter words make them bitter, and wrathful words make them wrathful. Kind words also produce their own image on men's souls; and a beautiful image it is. They smooth, and quiet, and comfort the hearer.