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 . . .

Don't you believe that there is in man a deep so profound as to be hidden even to him in whom it is?

If the future and the past really exist, where are they?

By means of corporal and temporal things we may comprehend the eternal and the spiritual.

Trust the past to the mercy of God, the present to His love, and the future to His providence.

Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.

The spiritual virtue of a sacrament is like light; although it passes among the impure, it is not polluted.