"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.

Cantare amantis est ... Singing belongs to one who loves." (s. 336, 1 – PL 38, 1472).

Just think of the illimitable abundance and the marvelous loveliness of light, or of the beauty of the sun and moon and stars.

...But we enjoyed playing games and were punished for them by men who played games themselves. However, grown-up games are known as 'business' and even though boys' games are much the same, they are punished for them by their elders. No one pities either the boys or the men, though surely we deserve pity, for I cannot believe that a good judge would approve of the beatings I received as a boy on the ground that my games delayed my progress in studying subjects which would enable me to play a less creditable game later in life.

Your persistent longing is your persistent voice. But when love grows cold, the heart grows silent. Burning love is the outcry of the heart! If you are filled with longing all the time, you will keep crying out, and if your love perseveres, your cry will be heard without fail.

God has no need of your money, but the poor have. You give it to the poor, and God receives it.

It is impossible that there should be inhabitants on the opposite side of the Earth, since no such race is recorded by Scripture among the descendants of Adam.