Every creature is a divine word because it proclaims God

The best perfection of a religious man is to do common things in a perfect manner. A constant fidelity in small things is a great and heroic virtue.

To know much and taste nothing-of what use is that?

Men do not fear a powerful hostile army as the powers of hell fear the name and protection of Mary.

Come, let us give a little time to folly... and even in a melancholy day let us find time for an hour of pleasure.

Any old woman can love God better than a doctor of theology can.

Although you feel tepid, approach with confidence, for the greater your infirmity the more you stand in need of a physician.

Chastity without charity is a lamp without oil.

Mary seeks for those who approach her devoutly and with reverence, for such she loves, nourishes, and adopts as her children.

It maketh God man, and man God; things temporal, eternal; mortal, immortal; it maketh an enemy a friend, a servant a son, vile things glorious, cold hearts fiery, and hard thing liquid.

The day was so wonderful that Bonaventure thought it would taste like cherry pie if he took a bite of it.

All they see is madness. It’s the same with the other men. They see my situation, not me.

Using a metaphor in front of a man as unimaginative as Ridcully was like ared flag to a bu... was like putting something very annoying in front ofsomeone who was annoyed by it.

May is a pious fraud of the almanac A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind.

I never thought of myself as a writer about religion until a religion came after me.

Get your calculators out, this will be fun!

When one side or the other predominates, there's an imbalance and there's unhappiness.

My departure from Hollywood was described as a walk-out. No one understood that I was cracking up.

There is a dilemma, to reconcile three time scales: in the short term, the economy; in the middle range, global well-being generally; and, in the long range, the environment.

It's more like I was daydreaming when the Supreme Being told me what I should do with my life, and it's too late to ask what it was.

The soul is dyed by the color of its leisure hours.