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

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 . . .

There is no saint without a past, no sinner without a future.

Only He who made man makes man happy.

Don't you believe that there is in man a deep so profound as to be hidden even to him in whom it is?

Our bodies are shaped to bear children, and our lives are a working out of the processes of creation. All our ambitions and intelligence are beside that great elemental point.

What is held by the whole Church, and that not as instituted by Councils, but as a matter of invariable custom, is rightly held to have been handed down by authority.