We make ourselves a ladder out of our vices if we trample the vices themselves underfoot.

He who is filled with love is filled with God himself.

There is no health in those who are displeased by an element in Your creation, just as there was none in me when I was displeased by many things You had made. Because my soul didn't dare to say that my God displeased me, it refused to attribute to You whatever was displeasing.

No eulogy is due to him who simply does his duty and nothing more.

Does God proclaim Himself in the wonders of creation? No. All things proclaim Him, all things speak. Their beauty is the voice by which they announce God, by which they sing, "It is you who made me beautiful, not me myself but you.

Grant what Thou commandest, and command what Thou wilt.

Every day my conscience makes confession relying on the hope of Your mercy as more to be trusted than its own innocence.