The Church limits her sacramental services to the faithful. Christ gave Himself upon the cross a ransom for all.

What part of us feels pleasure? Is it our hand, our arm, our flesh, or our blood? It must obviously be something immaterial.

It is good to be tired and wearied by the futile search after the true good, that we may stretch out our arms to the Redeemer.

Not only do we know God by Jesus Christ alone, but we know ourselves only by Jesus Christ. We know life and death only through Jesus Christ. Apart from Jesus Christ, we do not know what is our life, nor our death, nor God, nor ourselves.

Death is easier to bear without thinking of it, than the thought of death without peril.

Faith embraces many truths which seem to contradict each other.

All our life passes in this way: we seek rest by struggling against certain obstacles, and once they are overcome, rest proves intolerable because of the boredom it produces.