Virtue - even attempted virtue - brings light; indulgence brings fog.

Afflictions are... if we can so take them, our share in the Passion of Christ

I wonder do the gods know what it feels like to be a man.

Did I hate him, then? Indeed, I believe so. A love like that can grow to be nine-tenths hatred and still call itself love.

Nature never taught me that there exists a God of glory and of infinite majesty. I had to learn that in other ways. But nature gave the word glory a meaning for me. I still do not know where else I could have found one.

Our Heavenly Father has provided many delightful inns for us along our journey, but he takes great care to see that we do not mistake any of them for home.

All your life an unattainable ecstasy has hovered just beyond the grasp of your consciousness.