Of course, as everyone knows, neither my five books nor any five hundred books are sufficient to silence and pertinacity. It is the glory of vain men never to yield to the truth.
You know how stupid and weak I am: teach me and heal me.
After saying all that, what have we said, my God, my life, my holy sweetness? What does anyone who speaks of you really say? Yet woe betide those who fail to speak, while the chatterboxes go on saying nothing.
It would have been more profitable to love the sun in the sky, which at least our eyes perceive truly, than those chimeras offered to a mind that had been led astray through its eyes.
But unscrupulous ambition has nothing to work upon, save in a nation corrupted by avarice and luxury. Moreover, a people becomes avaricious and luxurious by prosperity.
The reader of these reflections of mine on the Trinity should bear in mind that my pen is on the watch against the sophistries of those who scorn the starting-point of faith, and allow themselves to be deceived through an unseasonable and misguided love of reason.
So too let him rejoice and delight in finding you who are beyond discovery rather than fail to find you by supposing you to be discoverable.
Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe.
Patience is the companion of wisdom.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Forgiveness is the remission of sins. For it is by this that what has been lost, and was found, is saved from being lost again.
Just as it is agreed that we all wish to be happy, so it is that we all wish to be wise, since no one without wisdom is happy.
Beauty is the brilliance of truth.
The desire for fame tempts even noble minds.
A Christian is: a mind through which Christ thinks, a heart through which Christ loves, a voice through which Christ speaks, and a hand through which Christ helps.
Indifferent acts are judged by their ends sins are judged by themselves.
The higher your structure is to be, the deeper must be its foundation.
I count myself one of the number of those who write as they learn and learn as they write.
God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.
I do not comprehend all that I am. Is the mind, therefore, too limited to possess itself?