Regret not that which is past; and trust not to thine own righteousness.

The saints are like the stars. In his providence Christ conceals them in a hidden place that they may not shine before others when they might wish to do so. Yet they are always ready to exchange the quiet of contemplation for the works of mercy as soon as they perceive in their heart the invitation of Christ.

The spirit of humility is sweeter than honey, and those who nourish themselves with this honey produce sweet fruit.

Earthly riches are like the reed. Its roots are sunk in the swamp, and its exterior is fair to behold; but inside it is hollow. If a man leans on such a reed, it will snap off and pierce his soul.

Charity is the soul of faith, makes it alive; without love, faith dies.

Our thoughts ought by instinct to fly upwards from animals, men and natural objects to their creator. If created things are so utterly lovely, how gloriously beautiful must he be who made them! The wisdom of the worker is revealed in his handiwork.

The Glorious Virgin did not have a stain in her birth because she was santified in her mother's womb and safeguarded there by angels.