It is not often that we use language correctly; usually we use it incorrectly, though we understand each others meaning.

For where I found Truth, there found I my God, the Truth itself; which since I learnt, I have not forgotten.

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 . . .

In failing to confess, Lord, I would only hide You from myself, not myself from You.

For what is time? ... Who can even in thought comprehend it, so as to utter a word about it? ... If no one asks me, I know: If I wish to explain it to one that asketh, I know not.

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

There is something in humility which, strangely enough, exalts the heart, and something in pride which debases it.