Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden.

What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.

This entire most beautiful order of good things is going to pass away after its measure has been exhausted; for both morning and evening were made in them.

Ex Malo Bounum (good out of evil).

He that loveth little prayeth little, he that loveth much prayeth much.

Without God, we cannot. Without us, God will not.

Charity is no substitute for justice withheld.