For what am I to myself without You, but a guide to my own downfall?

You never go away from us, yet we have difficulty in returning to You. Come, Lord, stir us up and call us back. Kindle and seize us. Be our fire and our sweetness. Let us love. Let us run.

The Bible was composed in such a way that as beginners mature, its meaning grows with them.

The punishment of every disordered mind is its own disorder.

The soul is "torn apart in a painful condition as long as it prefers the eternal because of its Truth but does not discard the temporal because of familiarity.

Such is the strength of the burden of habit. Here I have the power to be but do not wish it. There I wish to be but lacks the power. On both grounds, I'm in misery.

I held my heart back from positively accepting anything, since I was afraid of another fall, and in this condition of suspense I was being all the more killed.

Every day my conscience makes confession relying on the hope of Your mercy as more to be trusted than its own innocence.

What do I love when I love my God?

I fell away from you, my God, and I went astray, too far astray from you, the support of my youth, and I became to myself a land of want.

Often the contempt of vainglory becomes a source of even more vainglory, for it is not being scorned when the contempt is something one is proud of.

Books and workshops and gurus are great, but the very best teacher for your mind is, and will always be, your heart.

I'm holding up, Lord willing and the creek don't rise.

I think color, for a costume designer, is one of your biggest storytelling devices.

People need good lies. There are too many bad ones.

the inferred is always more effective than the obvious.

I don't know how to write a children's book.

Leo Tolstoy said the purpose of art is to teach you to love life. And that's what I want.

I haven't seen the show, but when it was finished I felt good about what we had done. I don't know how it will stack up with Survival, but that'll be up to the critics.

Remember, Monsieur, that the downfall of most Communities comes from the cowardice of Superiors in not holding firm and in not purging them of the troublesome and incorrigible.

A smile is ever the most bright and beautiful with a tear upon it. What is the dawn without the dew? The tear is rendered by the smile precious above the smile itself.