The argument is at an end.

Don't let your life give evidence against your tongue. Sing with your voices... sing also with your conduct.

You say to me 'Show me your God.' I answer you, 'Everything you see in your heart that might sadden God, remove.'

Seek not to understand that you may believe, but believe that you may understand.

Anger is a weed; hate is a tree

We cannot pass our guardian angel's bounds, resigned or sullen, he will hear our sighs.

The wicked have told me of things that delight them, but not such things as your law has to tell.