... at the beginning of the human race the woman was made of a rib taken from the side of the man while he slept; for it seemed fit that even then Christ and His Church should be foreshadowed in this event. For that sleep of the man was the death of Christ, whose side, as He hung lifeless upon the Cross, was pierced with a spear, and there flowed from it blood and water, and these we know to be the sacraments by which the Church is built up.

It was pride that changed angels into devils; it is humility that makes men as angels.

This awful catastrophe is not the end but the beginning. History does not end so. It is the way its chapters open.

For what am I to myself without You, but a guide to my own downfall?

He who thinks he lives without sin puts aside not sin, but pardon.

In my deepest wound I saw your glory, and it dazzled me.

So you see how endlessly futile and fruitless it would be if we wanted to refute their objections every time they obstinately resolved not to think through what they say but merely to speak, just so long as they contradict our arguments in any way they can.