It is love that asks, that seeks, that knocks, that finds, and that is faithful to what it finds.
God grants us not always what we ask so as to bestow something preferable.
For what is time? ... Who can even in thought comprehend it, so as to utter a word about it? ... If no one asks me, I know: If I wish to explain it to one that asketh, I know not ....
What is grace? I know until you ask me; when you ask me, I do not know.