Our piety must be weak and imperfect if it do not conquer our fear of death.

Before putting yourself in peril, it is necessary to foresee and fear it; but when one is there, nothing remains but to despise it.

Nothing is so costly as the pursuit of a cure for imaginary ills.

Let us often think of our own infirmities, and we shall become indulgent toward those of others.

True piety hath in it nothing weak, nothing sad, nothing constrained. It enlarges the heart; it is simple, free, and attractive.

You really don't even own the present moment, for even this belongs to God.

People who have no secrets from each other never want for a subject of conversation. They do not weigh their words, for there is nothing to be held back, neither do they seek for something to say. They talk out of the abundance of their heart, without consideration they say just what they think. Blessed are they who attain to such familiar, unreserved intercourse with God.