“The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.”

Where our work is, there let our joy be.

Two kinds of blindness are easily combined so that those who do not see really appear to see what is not.

Prayer is the one thing that can conquer God.

It is our care for the helpless, our practice of loving kindness, that brands us in the eyes of those who oppose us.

There is strife between God’s ways and human ways; damned by you, we are absolved by God.

He is a man, who is to be a man; the fruit is always present in the seed.

A holy woman may be beautiful by the gift of nature, but she must not give occasion to lust. If beauty be hers, so far from setting it off she ought rather to obscure it.

The flesh feeds on the Body and Blood of Christ that the soul may be fattened on God.

Christians are made, not born.

Patience is God’s nature.

Those who fled will fight another time.

Custom without truth is error grown old.

The fact is certain because it is impossible.

If the sky stands still, if the earth quakes, if there is famine, if there is pestilence, at once the cry is raised: Throw the Christians to the lions! So many to one?

Woman is a temple built over a sewer.

It is absolutely forbidden to repay evil with evil.

Like the lotus flower that is born out of mud, we must honor the darkest parts of ourselves and the most painful of our life’s experiences, because they are what allow us to birth our most beautiful self.

We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be.

Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth.

Jesus was born and baptized that by his suffering he might purify the water.

It was to a virgin woman that the birth of the Son of God was announced. It was to a fallen woman that his resurrection was announced.

I was born lucky, and I have lived lucky. What I had was used. What I still have is being used. Lucky.

Winners are not born, they are self-made.

Time ripens all things; no man is born wise.