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

When I come to be united to thee with all my being, then there will be no more pain and toil for me, and my life shall be a real life, being wholly filled by thee.

There is a God-shaped vacuum in every man that only Christ can fill.

Christ was born of a woman without the man.

And how shall I call upon my God, my God and Lord, since, when I call for Him, I shall be calling Him to myself? and what room is there within me, whither my God can come into me? whither can God come into me, God who made heaven and earth? is there, indeed, O Lord my God, aught in me that can contain thee?

Beware of bad Catholics.

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