Against the flying ball no valor avails.

Dearest Jesus, holy child, make thee a bed, soft, undefiled, within my heart, that it may be a quiet chamber kept for thee.

The bible is the cradle that holds the Christ, without him it is nothing more than wood and straw.

Lord God...use me as Your instrument -- but do not forsake me, for if ever I should be on my own, I would easily wreck it all.

[The Psalms are] a Little Bible, wherein everything contained in the entire Bible is beautifully and briefly comprehended.

The conscience is eternal and never dies. Peace if possible, but truth at any rate.

A Christian is never in a state of completion but always in a process of becoming.