We are like plants which have the one choice of being in or out of the light.

the instruments of power - arms, gold, machines, magical or technical secrets - always exist independently of him who disposes of them, and can be taken up by others. Consequently all power is unstable.

Joy is being fully aware of reality.

Love of God is pure when joy and suffering inspire an equal degree of gratitude.

Evil being the root of mystery, pain is the root of knowledge.

When a contradiction is impossible to resolve except by a lie, then we know that it is really a door.

The virtue of hope is an orientation of the soul towards a transformation after which it will be wholly and exclusively love.