In order to discover the character of people we have only to observe what they love.

The honors of this world, what are they but puff, and emptiness, and peril of falling?

Late have I loved you, O beauty ever ancient, ever new. Late have I loved you. You have called to me, and have called out, and have shattered my deafness. You have blazed forth with light and have put my blindness to flight! You have sent forth fragrance, and I have drawn in my breath, and I pant after you. I have tasted you, and I hunger and thirst after you. You have touched me, and I have burned for your peace.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

The world being unworthy to receive the Son of God directly from the hands of the Father, he gave his Son to Mary for the world to receive him from her.

Beauty grows in you to the extent that love grows, because charity itself is the soul's beauty.

The wicked have told me of things that delight them, but not such things as your law has to tell.