In all your movements, let nothing be evident that would offend the eyes of another.

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

If you understand, it is not God.

There is no love without hope, no hope without love, and neither hope nor love without faith.

"Otherwise grace is no more grace," since it is bestowed on us, not because we have done good works, but that we may be able to do them.

No one knows what he himself is made of, except his own spirit within him, yet there is still some part of him which remains hidden even from his own spirit; but you, Lord, know everything about a human being because you have made him...Let me, then, confess what I know about myself, and confess too what I do not know, because what I know of myself I know only because you shed light on me, and what I do not know I shall remain ignorant about until my darkness becomes like bright noon before your face.

This is the very perfection of a man, to find out his own imperfections.