It is quite useless knocking at the door of heaven for earthly comfort. It's not the sort of comfort they supply there.

Unless I believe in God, I cannot believe in thought: so I can never use thought to disbelieve in God.

Perfect goodness can never debate about the end to be attained, and perfect wisdom cannot debate about the means most suited to achieve it.

At the end of all things, the blessed will say, 'We never lived anywhere but in heaven.'

Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone.

Because we love something else more than this world, we love even this world more than those who know no other.

Love, having become a god, becomes a demon.