When we try to make everything clear, we make everything confused. If, however, we admit one mysterious thing in the universe, then everything else becomes clear in the light of that. The sun is so bright, so mysterious, that one cannot look at it, and yet in the light of the sun everything else is seen.

One becomes more interested in a job of work after the first impulse to drop it has been overcome.

Much suffering in hospitals is wasted.

Satan always tempts the pure - the others are already his.

I wonder maybe if our Lord does not suffer more from our indifference, than He did from the crucifixion.

The Rosary is the book of the blind.

If you do not live what you believe, you will end up believing what you live.