It was pride that changed angels into devils; it is humility that makes men as angels.

To Carthage I came, where there sang all around my ears a cauldron of unholy loves.

We make ourselves a ladder out of our vices if we trample the vices themselves underfoot.

He that is jealous is not in love.

I want my friend to miss me as long as I miss him.

There is something in humility which strangely exalts the heart.