It is true I wished to escape; and so I wish still: is not this lawful for all prisoners?

I am the drum on which God is beating out his message.

The angels are as perfect in form as they are in spirit.

If I be not in a state of grace, I pray God place me in it; if I be in it, I pray God keep me so.

Of the love or hatred God has for the English, I know nothing, but I do know that they will all be thrown out of France, except those who die there.

Every man gives his life for what he believes. Every woman gives her life for what she believes. Sometimes people believe in little or nothing, nevertheless they give up their lives to that little or nothing. One life is all we have, and we live it as we believe in living it, and then it's gone. But to surrender what you are, and live without belief - that's more terrible than dying - more terrible than dying young.

How else would God speak to me, if not through my imagination?