Crosses are of no use to us but inasmuch as we yield ourselves up to them and forget ourselves.

Peace does not dwell in outward things but within the soul; we may preserve it in the midst of the bitterest pain, if our will remains firm and submissive. Peace in this life springs from acquiescence to, not an exemption from, suffering.

Exactness and neatness in moderation is a virtue, but carried to extremes narrows the mind.

The greatest of all crosses is self. If we die in part every day, we shall have but little to do on the last. These little daily deaths will destroy the power of the final dying.

Most people I ask little from. I try to give them much, and expect nothing in return and I do very well in the bargain.

Let us pray God that He would root out of our hearts every thing of our own planting, and set out there, with His own hands, the tree of life, bearing all manner of fruits.

Speak, move, act in peace.