Beauty is indeed a good gift of God; but that the good may not think it a great good, God dispenses it even to the wicked.

What then is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know.

By faithfulness we are collected and wound up into unity within ourselves, whereas we had been scattered abroad in multiplicity.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

Love is the beauty of the soul.

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.

O Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet.

To abstain from sin when one can no longer sin is to be forsaken by sin, not to forsake it.

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