The heart of man is restless until he finds rest in Thee.

He who has God has everything; he who has everything but God has nothing.

You say to me 'Show me your God.' I answer you, 'Everything you see in your heart that might sadden God, remove.'

God gives where he finds empty hands.

Lord, thou madest us for thyself, and we can find no rest till we find rest in thee.

We made bad use of immortality, and so ended up dying; Christ made good use of mortality, so that we might end up living.

Give her two red roses, each with a note. The first note says For the woman I love and the second, For my best friend.