When we have been to Holy Communion, the balm of love envelops the soul as the flower envelops the bee.

The Lord is more anxious to forgive our sins than a woman is to carry her baby out of a burning building.

If only we could see the joy of our guardian angel when he sees us fighting our temptations!

We put pride into everything like salt. We like to see that our good works are known. If our virtues are seen, we are pleased; if our faults are perceived, we are sad. I remark that in a great many people; if one says anything to them, it disturbs them, it annoys them. The saints were not like that - they were vexed if their virtues were known, and pleased that their imperfections should be seen.

The Devil writes down our sins - our Guardian Angel all our merits. Labor that the Guardian Angel's book may be full, and the Devil's empty.

The first thing about the angels that we ought to imitate, is their consciousness of the Presence of God.

A priest goes to Heaven or a priest goes to Hell with a thousand people behind.