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.

Pardon me, O perfections of my God, for having preferred imperfect and evil inclinations to Thee! Pardon me, O justice of my God, for having outraged Thee by my sins. Pardon me, O holiness of my God, for having so long stained Thy sight's purity by my sins. Pardon me, O mercy of my God, for having despised so long Thy mercy's voice. In deep sorrow and contrition, I cast myself at Thy feet: Have mercy on me.

We should not have a petty regard for God's gifts, though we may and should despise our own imperfections.

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

If God causes you to suffer much, it is a sign that He certainly intends to make you a saint.

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

Idleness is hells fishhook for catching souls.