I was unhappy and so is every soul unhappy which is tied to its love for mortal things; when it loses them, it is torn in pieces, and it is then that it comes to realize the unhappiness which was there even before it lost them.

And yet I do love a kind of light, melody, fragrance, food, embracement when I love my God; for He is the light, the melody, the fragrance, the food, the embracement of my inner self - there where is a brillance that space cannot contain, a sound that time cannot carry away, a perfume that no breeze disperses, a taste undimisnished by eating, a clinging together that no saiety will sunder. This is what I love when I love my God.

Let him who desires to be harsh in making demands upon his debtors consider that he is God’s debtor.

Beware of despairing about yourself: you are commanded to put your trust in God, and not in yourself.

If the future and the past really exist, where are they?

God has promised forgiveness to your repentance, but He has not promised tomorrow to your procrastination.

Why is it that man desires to be made sad, beholding doleful and tragical things, which yet himself would by no means suffer?