God is always trying to give good things to us, but our hands are too full to receive them.

He who thinks he lives without sin puts aside not sin, but pardon.

"Otherwise grace is no more grace," since it is bestowed on us, not because we have done good works, but that we may be able to do them.

Thou must be emptied of that wherewith thou art full, that thou mayest be filled with that whereof thou art empty.

Solvitur ambulando . . . it is solved by walking.

And yet I do love a kind of light, melody, fragrance, food, embracement when I love my God; for He is the light, the melody, the fragrance, the food, the embracement of my inner self - there where is a brillance that space cannot contain, a sound that time cannot carry away, a perfume that no breeze disperses, a taste undimisnished by eating, a clinging together that no saiety will sunder. This is what I love when I love my God.

What am I then, my God? What is my nature? A life varied, multifaceted and truly immense.