“Understanding is the sure and clear knowledge of some invisible thing.”

Love seeks no cause beyond itself and no fruit; it is its own fruit, its own enjoyment. I love because I love; I love in order that I may love.

It was love that motivated His self-emptying, that led Him to become a little lower than angels, to be subject to parents, to bow His head beneath the Baptist’s hands, to endure the weakness of the flesh, and to submit to death even upon the cross

Jesus, what made You so small? LOVE!

There are three distinct comings of the Lord of which I know: His coming to men, His coming into men, and His coming against men.

The heart of Christ can be seen through the openings of his wounds. For what can prove to me so clearly as your wounds that you, O Lord Jesus, are sweet & mild & plenteous in mercy.

As patience leads to peace, and study to science, so are humiliations the path that leads to humility.

Do what Jesus says… what he commands through his ministers who are in the Church [see 1 Cor 6:4]. Be subject to his vicars, your leaders, not only those who are gentle and kind, but even those who are overbearing [see 1 Pt 2:18].

How beautiful then is modesty and what a gem among virtues it is.

He rightly reads scripture who turns words into deeds.

The measure of love is love without measure.

So far from being able to answer for my sins, I cannot even answer for my righteousness!

Hell is full of good wishes or desires.

True love does not demand a reward, but it deserves one.

Slander is a poison which kills charity, both in the slanderer and the one who listens.

When God forgives a sinner who humbly confesses his sin, the devil loses his dominion over the heart he had taken.

Jesus to me is honey in the mouth, music in the ear, a song in the heart.

I am invisible in gay bars.

When done well, software is invisible.

When they feel invisible, it’s easy for them to leave.

France is a country where thinking is supposed to be furtive, invisible, almost clandestine. France is a country of cliques and sects.

When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out “stop!” When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.

The true content of a photograph is invisible, for it derives from a play, not with form, but with time.

Our disputants put me in mind of the cuttlefish that, when he is unable to extricate himself, blackens the water about him till he becomes invisible.

Art, when it functions like this, becomes a meeting-place of the invisible, the irreducible, the enduring, guts, and honor.