faith is like love; when you want it you can't find it, and you find it when you least expect it.

These tears do me good, they have watered the parched place; perhaps my heart will grow again there!

Life is a slate where all our sins are written; from time to time we rub the sponge of repentance over it so we can begin sinning again.

I regard as a mortal sin not only the lying of the senses in matters of love, but also the illusion which the senses seek to create where love is only partial. I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being, or else live, come what may, a life of complete chastity.

To be made evident, truth must be sought for; for of itself it is slow to appear, and between ourselves and God the obstacles are so many!

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.

The whole secret of the study of nature lies in learning how to use one's eyes.