When we force a boy to be a mediocrity in a dozen subjects we destroy his standards, perhaps for life.

We are what we believe we are.

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

I have been feeling very much lately that cheerful insecurity is what our Lord asks of us.

I was not born to be free---I was born to adore and obey.

Whatever men expect, they soon come to think they have a right to; the sense of disappointment can, with very little skill on our part, be turned into a sense of injury. (senior devil speaking)

Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything. But no, that is not quite accurate. There is one place where her absence comes locally home to me, and it is a place I can't avoid. I mean my own body. It had such a different importance while it was the body of H.'s lover. Now it's like an empty house.