Mortal lovers must not try to remain at the first step; for lasting passion is the dream of a harlot and from it we wake in despair.
It seems to me that we often, almost sulkily, reject the good that God offers us because, at that moment, we expected some other good.
My will, shall become your will. My heart, shall become your heart.
Until you have given up yourself to Him, you will not have a real self.
Liking an author may be as involuntary and improbable as falling in love.
Those who cannot conceive of Friendship as a substantive love but only as a disguise or elaboration of Eros betray the fact that they have never had a Friend.