I will plant my feet on that step where my parents put me as a child, until self-evident truth comes to light.
Believe that you may understand.
Choose to love whomsoever thou wilt: all else will follow.
In the Mass the blood of Christ flows anew for sinners.
Don't you believe that there is in man a deep so profound as to be hidden even to him in whom it is?
I inquired what wickedness is, and I didn't find a substance, but a perversity of will twisted away from the highest substance - You, O God - towards inferior things, rejecting its own inner life and swelling with external matters.