It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak.

The process of living seems to consist in coming to realize truths so ancient and simple that, if stated, they sound like barren platitudes.

To be in love involves the most irresistible conviction that one will go on being in love until one dies, and that possession of the beloved will confer, not merely frequent ecstasies, but settled, fruitful, deep-rooted, lifelong happiness.

Our problem is not that we desire too much but too little.

Forgiving and being forgiven are two names for the same thing. The important thing is that a discord has been resolved.

We delight to praise what we enjoy because the praise not merely expresses but completes the enjoyment; it is its appointed consummation. It is not out of compliment that lovers keep on telling one another how beautiful they are; the delight is incomplete till it is expressed.

To love is to be vulnerable.