There is no work, however vile or sordid, that does not glisten before God.
Knowledge of the sciences is so much smoke apart from the heavenly science of Christ.
There is no worse screen to block out the Spirit than confidence in our own intelligence.
I consider looseness with words no less of a defect than looseness of the bowels.
Is it faith to understand nothing, and merely submit your convictions implicitly to the Church?
You must submit to supreme suffering in order to discover the completion of joy.
Every one of us is, even from his mother's womb, a master craftsman of idols.