For I did not know that the soul needs to be enlightened by light from outside itself, so that it can participate in truth, because it is not itself the nature of truth.

Justice being taken away, then, what are kingdoms but great robberies? For what are robberies themselves, but little kingdoms.

God grants us not always what we ask so as to bestow something preferable.

For so it is, O Lord my God, I measure it! But what it is I measure, I do not know.

The arrogance is not greatness but swelling; and the swelling seems big but it's not healthy.

Lord, who art always the same, give that I know myself, give that I know Thee.

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.