When so rich a harvest is before us, why do we not gather it? All is in our hands if we will but use it.

The love of talk distracts all the powers of our soul from God, and fills them with earthly objects and impressions, like a vessel of water that cannot be settled while you are continualy stirring the earthly particles from the bottom.

When so rich a harvest is before us, why do we not gather it? All is in our hands if we will but use it.

Our Lord Himself, I saw alone in him, both in his and my part of this Venerable Sacrament. For, Oh, Amabilia! How awful those words of unloosing, after thirty years of bondage! I felt as if my chains fell, as those of Saint Peter at the touch of the divine messenger. My God, what new scenes for my soul!

Faith lifts the soul, Hope supports it, Experience says it must and Love says...let it be!.

God is everywhere, in the very air I breathe, yes everywhere, but in His Sacrament of the Altar He is as present actually and really as my soul within my body; in His Sacrifice daily offered as really as once offered on the Cross

The gate of heaven is very low; only the humble can enter it.