Why is it that man desires to be made sad, beholding doleful and tragical things, which yet himself would by no means suffer?

Grace alone brings about every good work in us.

Where was my heart to flee for refuge from my heart? Whither was I to fly, where I would not follow? In what place should I not be prey to myself?

Love has reasons that reason knows not.

Imagine the vanity of thinking that your enemy can do you more damage than your enmity.

There is no love without hope, no hope without love, and neither hope nor love without faith.

The greatest evil is physical pain.