This is the very perfection of a man, to find out his own imperfections.

God is more anxious to bestow his blessings on us than we are to receive them.

Complete abstinence is easier than perfect moderation.

And yet I do love a kind of light, melody, fragrance, food, embracement when I love my God; for He is the light, the melody, the fragrance, the food, the embracement of my inner self - there where is a brillance that space cannot contain, a sound that time cannot carry away, a perfume that no breeze disperses, a taste undimisnished by eating, a clinging together that no saiety will sunder. This is what I love when I love my God.

Our heart is restless until it rests in You.

There is no saint without a past, no sinner without a future.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.