The big print giveth, and the fine print taketh away.
Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery.
Baloney is flattery laid on so thick it cannot be true, and blarney is flattery so thin we love it.
Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?
Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.