The entire most beautiful order of things that are very good, when their measures have been accomplished, is to pass away.

Nothing conquers except truth and the victory of truth is love.

Love has reasons that reason knows not.

Two criminals were crucified with Christ. One was saved; do not despair. One was not; do not presume.

If the future and the past really exist, where are they?

Late have I loved Thee, O Lord; and behold, Thou wast within and I without, and there I sought Thee. Thou was with me when I was not with Thee. Thou didst call, and cry, and burst my deafness. Thou didst gleam, and glow, and dispell my blindness. Thou didst touch me, and I burned for Thy peace. For Thyself Thou hast made us, and restless our hearts until in Thee they find their ease. Late have I loved Thee, Thou Beauty ever old and ever new. Thou hast burst my bonds asunder; unto Thee will I offer up an offering of praise.

Thou movest us to delight in praising Thee; for Thou hast formed us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless till they find rest in Thee.