No great saint lived without errors.

Without images we can neither think nor understand anything.

Believest thou? then thou wilt speak boldly. Speakest thou boldy? then thou must suffer. Sufferest thou? then thou shalt be comforted. For faith, the confession thereof, and the cross do follow one another.

Whatever your heart clings to and confides in, that is really your God, your functional savior.

The irony is I stopped going to church a few weeks later.

For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.

Christianity can be summed up in the two terms faith and love...receiving from above [faith] and giving out below [love].