To fall in love with God is the greatest romance; to seek him the greatest adventure; to find him, the greatest human achievement.

Love has reasons that reason knows not.

For a sentence is not complete unless each word, once its syllables have been pronounced, gives way to make room for the next.

The angels surround and help the priest when he is celebrating Mass.

Grant what Thou commandest, and command what Thou wilt.

... at the beginning of the human race the woman was made of a rib taken from the side of the man while he slept; for it seemed fit that even then Christ and His Church should be foreshadowed in this event. For that sleep of the man was the death of Christ, whose side, as He hung lifeless upon the Cross, was pierced with a spear, and there flowed from it blood and water, and these we know to be the sacraments by which the Church is built up.

It is love that asks, that seeks, that knocks, that finds, and that is faithful to what it finds.