A world of automata – of creatures that worked like machines – would hardly be worth creating.

Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses.

If God had granted all the silly prayers I've made in my life, where should I be now?

If they won't write the kind of books we like to read we shall have to write them ourselves.

I read in a periodical the other day that the fundamental thing is how we think of God. By God Himself, it is not! How God thinks of us is not only more important, but infinitely more important.

And that is enough to raise your thoughts to what may happen when the redeemed soul, beyond all hope and nearly beyond belief, learns at last that she has pleased Him whom she was created to please. There will be no room for vanity then. She will be free from the miserable illusion that it is her doing. With no taint of what we should now call self-approval she will most innocently rejoice in the thing that God has made her to be, and the moment which heals her old inferiority complex forever will also drown her pride… Perfect humility dispenses with modesty.

It is only our bad temper that we put down to being tired or worried or hungry; we put our good temper down to ourselves.