There can only be two basic loves... the love of God unto the forgetfulness of self, or the love of self unto the forgetfulness and denial of God.

I was not yet in love, yet I loved to love...I sought what I might love, in love with loving.

It was not the visible sun, but its invisible Creator who consecrated this day for us, when the Virgin Mother, fertile of womb and integral in her virginity, brought him forth, made visible for us, by whom, when he was invisible, she too was created. A Virgin conceiving, a Virgin bearing, a Virgin pregnant, a Virgin bringing forth, a Virgin perpetual. Why do you wonder at this, O man?

Do what you can and pray for what you cannot yet do.

In my deepest wound I saw your glory, and it dazzled me.

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

The measure of love is to love without measuring.