When I eat alone I feel like a seminarian being punished. I tried it for one week and I was not comfortable. Then I searched through Sacred Scripture for something saying I had to eat alone. I found nothing, so I gave it up and it's much better now.

See everything, overlook a great deal, correct a little.

I am able to follow my own death step by step. Now I move softly towards the end.

Every time I hear anyone speak of the Sacred Heart of Jesus or of the Blessed Sacrament I feel an indescribable joy. It is as if a wave of precious memories, sweet affections and joyful hopes swept over my poor person, making me tremble with happiness and filling my soul with tenderness.

Born poor, but of honored and humble people, I am particularly proud to die poor.

A peaceful man does more good than a learned one.

Prayer is the raising of the mind to God. We must always remember this. The actual words matter less.