Damned money! Alas! How many religious did it blind! How many cloistered religious did it deceive! Money is the 'droppings of birds' that blinded the eyes of Tobit.

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

The prayer of the monk is not perfect until he no longer recognizes himself or the fact that he is praying.

Men will surrender to the spirit of the age. They will say that if they had lived in our day, faith would be simple and easy. But in their day, they will say, things are complex; the Church must be brought up to date and made meaningful to the day's problems.

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.

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

Attribute to God every good that you have received. If you take credit for something that does not belong to you, you will be guilty of theft.