I was looking for something to love, for I was in love with loving, and I hated security and a smooth way, free from snares.

I have read in Plato and Cicero sayings that are wise and very beautiful; but I have never read in either of them: Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden.

The measure of love is to love without measuring.

God does not expect us to submit our faith to him without reason, but the very limits of our reason make faith a necessity.

God is not a deceiver, that He should offer to support us, and then, when we lean upon Him, should slip away from us.

And how shall I call upon my God, my God and Lord, since, when I call for Him, I shall be calling Him to myself? and what room is there within me, whither my God can come into me? whither can God come into me, God who made heaven and earth? is there, indeed, O Lord my God, aught in me that can contain thee?

O Holy Spirit, descend plentifully into my heart. Enlighten the dark corners of this neglected dwelling and scatter there Thy cheerful beams.