The measure of charity may be taken from the want of desires. As desires diminish in the soul, charity increases in it; and when it no longer feels any desire, then it possesses perfect charity.

In failing to confess, Lord, I would only hide You from myself, not myself from You.

Too late came I to love you, O Beauty both so ancient and so new! Too late came I to love you - and behold you were with me all the time . . .

Beauty is the brilliance of truth.

To withhold forgiveness is to take poison and expect the unforgiven to die.

A man may lose the good things of this life against his will; but if he loses the eternal blessings, he does so with his own consent.

We cannot pass our guardian angel's bounds, resigned or sullen, he will hear our sighs.