God grants us not always what we ask so as to bestow something preferable.

I have read in Plato and Cicero sayings that are wise and very beautiful; but I have never read in either of them: Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden.

Your persistent longing is your persistent voice. But when love grows cold, the heart grows silent. Burning love is the outcry of the heart! If you are filled with longing all the time, you will keep crying out, and if your love perseveres, your cry will be heard without fail.

Complete abstinence is easier than perfect moderation.

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

For what is the self-complacent man but a slave to his own self-praise.

Love is the beauty of the soul.