Anger is a weed; hate is a tree
I make bold to say that it is profitable for the proud to fall, in order that they may be humbled in that for which they have exalted themselves.
Make me a captive Lord, then I shall be truly free.
A thing is not necessarily true because badly uttered, nor false because spoken magnificently.
O Master, make me chaste, but not yet!
Every day my conscience makes confession relying on the hope of Your mercy as more to be trusted than its own innocence.