We can know what God is not, but we cannot know what He is.

God is more anxious to bestow his blessings on us than we are to receive them.

The heart of man is restless until he finds rest in Thee.

My love is my weight. Because of it, I move.

Too late came I to love you, O Beauty both so ancient and so new! Too late came I to love you - and behold you were with me all the time . . .

Does God proclaim Himself in the wonders of creation? No. All things proclaim Him, all things speak. Their beauty is the voice by which they announce God, by which they sing, "It is you who made me beautiful, not me myself but you.

God bestows more consideration on the purity of the intention with which our actions are performed than on the actions themselves.