If I profess with loudest voice and clearest exposition every portion of the truth of God except that little point which the world and the Devil are at that moment attacking, I am not confessing Christ, however boldly I may be professing Christ. Where the battle rages, there the loyalty of the soldier is proved, and to be steady on all the battlefield besides, is mere flight and disgrace if he flinches at that point.

Human nature is like a drunk peasant. Lift him into the saddle on one side, over he topples on the other side.

God our Father has made all things depend on faith so that whoever has faith will have everything, and whoever does not have faith will have nothing

I have so much to do today, I'll need to spend another hour on my knees.

Here again you confuse and mix everything up in your usual way.

Despair makes priests and friars.

Prayer is climbing up into the heart of God.