Blessedness consists in the accomplishment of our desires, and in our having only regular desires.

The Law is not in fault, but our evil and wicked nature; even as a heap of lime is still and quiet until water is poured on it, but then it begins to smoke and burn, not from the fault of the water, but from the nature of the lime, which will not endure it.

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.

Will is to grace as the horse is to the rider.

Better to have fewer wants than greater riches to supply increasing wants.

In all your movements, let nothing be evident that would offend the eyes of another.

Repentant tears wash out the stain of guilt.