For what am I to myself without You, but a guide to my own downfall?

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.

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

One generation and another generation; the generation by which we are made the faithful, and are born again by baptism; the generation by which we shall rise again from the dead, and shall live with the Angels for ever.

I learned most, not from those who taught me but from those who talked with me.

Thou movest us to delight in praising Thee; for Thou hast formed us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless till they find rest in Thee.