Each finite creature can reflect only a fraction of the divine nature; thus, in the diversity of His creatures, God's infinity, unity and oneness appear to be broken into an effulfgence of manifold rays.

The woman's soul is fashioned as a shelter in which other souls may unfold.

Usually one gets a heavier cross when one attempts to get rid of an old one.

Who can sleep on the night that God became man?

Anyone who seeks truth seeks God, whether or not he realizes it.

We will always find fundamentally the compulsion to become what the soul should be.

As for what concerns our relations with our fellow men, the anguish in our neighbor's soul must break all precept. All that we do is a means to an end, but love is an end in itself, because God is love.