Things are all made from nothing; hence their true source is nothing.

This much is certain: when a man is happy, happy to the core and root of beatitude, he is no longer conscious of himself or anything else.

Even now one rarely hears of people achieving great things unless they first stumble in some respect.

For then I knew my soul - every soul - has always held Him.

I maintain that all sorrow comes from love of those things of which loss deprives me.

People should not worry so much about what they do but rather about what they are.

God holds each of us by a string. When we sin, we cut the string. But God ties it up again, making a knot. Each time our wrongdoing cuts the string, God ties another knot drawing us up closer to Him.