We are not to reflect on the wickedness of men but to look to the image of God in them, an image which, covering and obliterating their faults, an image which, by its beauty and dignity, should allure us to love and embrace them.

There are babies a span long in hell.

Life is not found in commandments or declarations of penalties, but in the promise of mercy and only in a gratuitous promise.

We are nowhere forbidden to laugh, or be satisfied with food...or to be delighted with music or to drink wine.

Man's nature, so to speak, is a perpetual factory of idols.

When we know God to be our Father, should we not desire that he be known as such by all? And if we do not have this passion, that all creatures do him homage, is it not a sign that his glory means little to us?

For what is idolatry if not this: to worship the gifts in place of the Giver himself?