Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient and ever new! Late have I loved you! And, behold, you were within me, and I out of myself, and there I searched for you.

His knowledge is not like ours, which has three tenses; present, past, and future. God's knowledge has no change or variation.

I have said before, and I shall say again, that I write this book for love of your love.

Who can map out the various forces at play in one soul? Man is a great depth, O Lord. The hairs of his head are easier by far to count than his feeling, the movements of his heart.

Whoever, therefore, thinks that he understands the divine scriptures or any part of them so that it does not build on the double love of God and of our neighbor does not understand it at all. Thus a man supported by faith, hope, and charity, with an unshaken hold upon them does not need the scriptures. . . And many live by these three things in solitude without books.

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

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