The confession of evil works is the first beginning of good works.

Our whole business in this Life is to restore to health the eye of the heart whereby God may be seen.

Beauty is indeed a good gift of God; but that the good may not think it a great good, God dispenses it even to the wicked.

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Often the contempt of vainglory becomes a source of even more vainglory, for it is not being scorned when the contempt is something one is proud of.

We judge all things according to the divine truth.

He who falls, falls by his own will, and he who stands, stands by God's will.