Our minds are so undisciplined that our doubts rule our lives and we don't master our imagination - it masters us.

I guess that is what dying must be like; to be finished and to be able to look back at the struggles of life, and know that God was your constant companion.

We are all called to be great saints, don't miss the opportunity.

Only in eternity shall we see the beauty of the soul, and only then shall we realize what great things were accomplished by interior suffering.

Lord #‎ God , I praise Your Holy Name. Let every beat of my heart be a note of love in the symphony of my life.

It's your obligation to speak the truth, and everyone can either take it or leave it. But truth must be in us. We live in such a poverty of truth today.

Remember, vote for life. It may be your own.