Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.
The faith that acts not, is it truly faith?
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.
Sun, I come to see you for the last time.
How good is God! How sweet his yoke!
Small crimes always precedes great ones.