Longing desire prayeth always, though the tongue be silent. If thou art ever longing, thou art ever praying.

For a sentence is not complete unless each word, once its syllables have been pronounced, gives way to make room for the next.

For what is time? ... Who can even in thought comprehend it, so as to utter a word about it? ... If no one asks me, I know: If I wish to explain it to one that asketh, I know not.

It is not that we keep His commandments first and that then He loves but that He loves us and then we keep His commandments. This is that grace which is revealed to the humble but hidden from the proud.

I found thee not, O Lord, without, because I erred in seeking thee without that wert within.

By and by never comes.

Why persist in walking difficult and toilsome paths? There is no repose where you are seeking it. Search as you like, it is not where you are looking. You are seeking a happy life in the realm of death, and it will not be found there. How could life be happy where there is no life at all?