Quotes from Saint Augustine

The greatest evil is physical pain.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

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

The purpose of all wars is peace.

Repentant tears wash out the stain of guilt.

Seek not abroad, for in the inner man dwells the truth.

Christ was born of a woman without the man.

While the best men are guided by love, most mean are still goaded by fear.

Let no one flatter himself; of himself he is Satan. Let man take sin, which is his own, and leave righteousness with God.

None save great men have been the authors of great heresies.

By the fall a poison was handed to mankind through a woman [Eve], by the Redemption man was given salvation also through a woman [Mary].

It is not the being seen of men that is wrong, but doing these things for the purpose of being seen of men. The problem with the hypocrite is his motivation.

Only He who made man makes man happy.

The Devil often transforms himself into an angel to tempt men, some for their instruction, some for their ruin.

The love of our neighbor hath its bounds in each man's love of himself.

O that men would know themselves to be men; and that he that glorieth would glory in the Lord.

Really great things, when discussed by little men, can usually make such men grow big.

God has no need of your money, but the poor have. You give it to the poor, and God receives it.

This entire most beautiful order of good things is going to pass away after its measure has been exhausted; for both morning and evening were made in them.

No one can have God as his father who does not have the Church as his mother.

He was created of a mother whom He created. He was carried by hands that He formed. He cried in the manger in wordless infancy. He, the Word, without whom all human eloquence is mute.

My mother spoke of Christ to my father, by her feminine and childlike virtues, and, after having borne his violence without a murmur or complaint, gained him at the close of his life to Christ.

He who made thee is made in thee. He is made in thee through whom you were made.... Give milk, O mother, to him who is our food; give milk to the bread that comes down from heaven.

Did my infancy succeed another age of mine that dies before it? Was it that which I spent within my mother's womb?... And what before that life again, O God of my joy, was I anywhere or in any body?