…all things created have an order in themselves, and this begets the form that lets the universe resemble God.

At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.

Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!

Infinite goodness has such wide arms.

Love can move the Sun and the stars.

It may be that a more subtle person would find for this thing a reason of greater subtlety: but such is the reason that I find, and that liketh me best.

The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.