Every evil is some good spelt backwards, and in it the wise know how to read Wisdom.

All reasoning ends in an appeal to self-evidence.

Let me love Thee so that the honour, riches, and pleasures of the world may seem unworthy even of hatred - may not even be encumbrances.

A saint is a person who does almost everything any other decent person does, only somewhat better and with a totally different motive.

Life is not life at all without delight.

Uncommon things must be said in common words, if you would have them to be received in less than a century.

If we may credit certain hints contained in the lives of the saints, love raises the spirit above the sphere of reverence and worship into one of laughter and dalliance: a sphere in which the soul says: 'Shall I, a gnat which dances in Thy ray, Dare to be reverent?'