Music is a discipline, and a mistress of order and good manners, she makes the people milder and gentler, more moral and more reasonable.

Why do you rant and brag with such a spate of words, as if you wanted to overwhelm me with a sort of tempest and deluge of oratory-which nevertheless falls with the greater force on your own head, while my ark rides aloft in safety?

Prayer is not overcoming God's reluctance. It is laying hold of His willingness.

You should point to the whole man Jesus and say, That is God.

This life therefore is not righteousness, but growth in righteousness, not health, but healing, not being but becoming, not rest but exercise. We are not yet what we shall be, but we are growing toward it, the process is not yet finished, but it is going on, this is not the end, but it is the road. All does not yet gleam in glory, but all is being purified.

Be thou comforted, little dog, Thou too in Resurrection shall have a little golden tail.

Pray, and let God worry.