I thank you, Lord, my joy and my glory, my hope and my God. I thank you for your gifts to me. Keep them unharmed for me: they will be the making of me, and I shall be with you for my being is your gift.
(Confessions I, 20)
Lord, those who are bowed down with burdens you lift up, and they do not fall because you are their support.
From infancy to old age, each age in all men has its own special beauty.
(De div. quaest. LXXXIII q.44)