In the case of those who are making progress from good to better, the good angel touches the soul gently, lightly, sweetly, as a drop of water enters a sponge, while the evil spirit touches it sharply, with noise and disturbance, like a drop of water falling on a rock.

We should always be disposed to believe that that which appears white is really black, if the hierarchy of the Church so decides.

May the perfect grace and eternal love of Christ our Lord be our never-failing protection and help.

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

May it please Christ our Lord to grant us true humility and abnegation of will and judgment, so that we may deserve to begin to be His disciples.

A religious ought to dread more being afraid of poverty than experiencing it.

Teach us to give and not to count the cost.