We made bad use of immortality, and so ended up dying; Christ made good use of mortality, so that we might end up living. - Augustine of Hippo

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We made bad use of immortality, and so ended up dying; Christ made good use of mortality, so that we might end up living.

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About Augustine of Hippo

St. Augustine of Hippo (13 November 354 – 28 August 430) was a Christian theologian, rhetor, North African bishop, Doctor of the Catholic Church, saint, and a philosopher influenced in his early years by Manichaeism and the Neo-Platonism of Plotinus.

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Native Name: Aurelius Augustinus
Alternative Names: Saint Augustine Saint Austin Augustine St. Augoustinos St. Augustine of Hippo Aurelius Augustine Aurelius Augustinus Hipponensis St. Augustine Augustinus Saint Augustine of Hippo Augustinus, Aurelius bishop of Hippo

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Wonderful is the depth of Thy oracles, whose surface is before us, inviting the little ones; and yet wonderful is the depth, O my God, wonderful is the depth. It is awe to look into it; and awe of honour, and a tremor of love. The enemies thereof I hate vehemently. Oh, if Thou wouldest slay them with Thy two-edged sword, that they be not its enemies! For thus do I love, that they should be slain unto themselves that they may live unto Thee.

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