If, one day, I should offend God in any way, or grow remiss, though ever so little, in that which concerns His holy service and glory, I solemnly implore Him, rather let me die.

Dearest Lord, teach me to be generous; teach me to serve you as you deserve; to give and not to count the cost.

What seems to me white, I will believe black if the hierarchical Church so defines.

The acknowledgment of and gratitude for favors and gifts received is loved and esteemed in Heaven and on earth.

May God our Lord never let me harm anyone when I cannot help him!

He who has heard the Word of God can bear his silences.

Finding God in All Things.