Confession is like a bridle that keeps the soul which reflects on it from committing sin, but anything left unconfessed we continue to do without fear as if in the dark.

Often the Lord heals vainglory by dishonor.

A proud monk needs no demon. He has turned into one, an enemy to himself.

It is not the self -critical who reveals his humility ( for does not everyone have some how to put up with himself? ). Rather, it is the man who continues to love the person who has criticized him.

Pride is the utter poverty of soul disguised as riches, imaginary light where in fact there is darkness.

Obedience is the burial of the will and the resurrection of humility.

Just as the winds whip up the sea, so does anger stir confusion in the mind.