He pours light into our minds, arouses our desire and gives us strength... As the soul is the life of the body, so the Holy Spirit is the life of our souls.

Do not be depressed. Do not let your weakness make you impatient. Instead, let the serenity of your spirit shine through your face. Let the joy of your mind burst forth.

Nobody can fight properly and boldly for the faith if he clings to a fear of being stripped of earthly possessions.

We hold our tongues in check because if they are undisciplined they empty the soul of the strength of heavenly grace, and weaken its healthful vigour.

Through a woman [Eve] a curse fell upon the earth; through a woman [Mary] as well there returned to the earth a blessing.

And what more should I say since it expels the whole host of the virtues from the chamber of the human heart and introduces every barbarous vice as if the bolts of the doors were pulled out.

I scourge both flesh and spirit because I know that I have offended in both flesh and spirit.

One whose knowledge is confined to books and whose wealth is in the possession of others, can use neither his knowledge nor wealth when the need for them arises.

One of the wonders of science is that it is completely universal. It crosses national boundaries with total ease.

I did not want to make the widow record. I still haven't made the widow record.

There is measure in all things.

Hollywood never knew there was a Vietnam War until they made the movie.

Who cares if there are lumps on my thighs? I'm guilty of having human legs made up of fat, muscle, and skin, and sometimes when you sit, they get bumpy!

The love that exists between people who share religious values and experiences can be the most satisfying and unifying force this side of the solid, happy family.

In every country in the world, killing human beings is condemned. The Buddhist precept of non-killing extends even further, to include all living beings.

No one should think or say anything of another which he would not wish thought or said of himself.

The vain poet is of the opinion that nothing of his can be too much: he sends to you basketful after basketful of juiceless fruit, covered with scentless flowers.