The more you have, the more you are occupied, the less you give.

It is not enough for us to say: I love God, but I do not love my neighbour. St. John says you are a liar if you say you love God and you don't love your neighbour. How can you love God whom you do not see, if you do not love your neighbour whom you see, whom you touch, with whom you live.

Very less to say, I can make one Catholic or Protestant.

The less we have, the more we give. Seems absurd, but it's the logic of love.

Lord give me this seeing faith, then my work will never be monotonous. I will find joy in humoring the fancies and gratifying the wishes of all poor sufferers. O beloved sick, how doubly dear you are to me, when you personify Christ; and what a privilege is mine to be allowed to tend you.

Let us not love by words alone, but let us love until it hurts.

We must make our homes centers of compassion and forgive endlessly.