Be praised, my Lord, through those who forgive for love of you; through those who endure sickness and trial.

St. Francis of Assisi was hoeing his garden when someone asked what he would do if he were suddenly to learn that he would die before sunset that very day. "I would finish hoeing my garden," he replied.

When I think of the happiness that is in store for me, every sorrow, every pain becomes dear to me.

Blessed is the servant who esteems himself no more highly when he is praised and exalted by people than when he is considered worthless, foolish, and to be despised; since what a man is before God, that he is and nothing more.

You damned spirits! You can only do what the hand of God allows you to do.

Be patient in trials, watchful in prayer, and never cease working.

...In this world I cannot see the Most High Son of God with my own eyes, except for His Most Holy Body and Blood.