There is no salvation outside the church.

Too late came I to love thee, O thou Beauty both so ancient and so fresh, yea too late came I to love thee. And behold, thou wert within me, and I out of myself, where I made search for thee.

Tolle lege, tolle lege.

Give me chastity and continency—but not yet!

When he was reading, he drew his eyes along over the leaves, and his heart searched into the sense, but his voice and tongue were silent.

You have made us for yourself, and our heart is restless until it rests in you.