All that we do without offering it to God is wasted.

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

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

Do not try to please everybody. Try to please God, the angels, and the saints - they are your public.

The saints had no hatred, no bitterness; they forgive everything and think they deserve much more for their offenses against God.

Private prayer is like straw scattered here and there: If you set it on fire it makes a lot of little flames. But gather these straws into a bundle and light them, and you get a mighty fire, rising like a column into the sky; public prayer is like that.

God commands you to pray, but forbids you to worry.