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

Late have I loved Thee, O Lord; and behold, Thou wast within and I without, and there I sought Thee. Thou was with me when I was not with Thee. Thou didst call, and cry, and burst my deafness. Thou didst gleam, and glow, and dispell my blindness. Thou didst touch me, and I burned for Thy peace. For Thyself Thou hast made us, and restless our hearts until in Thee they find their ease. Late have I loved Thee, Thou Beauty ever old and ever new. Thou hast burst my bonds asunder; unto Thee will I offer up an offering of praise.

My love is my weight. Because of it, I move.

The purpose of all wars, is peace.

Every day my conscience makes confession relying on the hope of Your mercy as more to be trusted than its own innocence.

Do not say that you have chaste minds if you have unchaste eyes, because an unchaste eye is the messenger of an unchaste heart.

Love is the beauty of the soul.