If there is something more excellent than the truth, then that is God; if not, then truth itself is God.

Between urine and filth we are born.

God is not what you imagine or what you think you understand. If you understand you have failed.

In the house of God there is never ending festival; the angel choir makes eternal holiday; the presence of God's face gives joy that never fails.

Did my infancy succeed another age of mine that dies before it? Was it that which I spent within my mother's womb?... And what before that life again, O God of my joy, was I anywhere or in any body?

Grant what Thou commandest, and command what Thou wilt.

I entered (into my inward self) and beheld with the eye of my soul...the Light Unchangeable.