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

Give me yourself, O my God, give yourself back to me. Lo, I love you, but if my love is too mean, let me love more passionately. I cannot gauge my love, nor know how far it fails, how much more love I need for my life to set its course straight into your arms, never swerving until hidden in the covert of your face.

Choose to love whomsoever thou wilt: all else will follow.

What then is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know.

There can only be two basic loves... the love of God unto the forgetfulness of self, or the love of self unto the forgetfulness and denial of God.

Great are those two gifts, wisdom and continence: wisdom, forsooth, whereby we are formed in the knowledge of God; continence whereby we are not conformed to this world.

In the Mass the blood of Christ flows anew for sinners.