Love until it hurts. Real love is always painful and hurts: then it is real and pure.

The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.

Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.

I know I would not be able to work one week if it were not for that continual force coming from Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament.

I am only a little pencil in the hand of our Lord. He may cut or sharpen the pencil. He may write or draw whatever and whenever he wants. If the writing or drawing is good, we do not honor the pencil or the material that is used, but rather the one who used it.

We pick up people dying full of worms from the street. We have picked up more than 40,000 of them. If I lift up such a person, clean him, love him and serve him, is it conversion? He has been there like an animal in the street but I am giving him love and he dies peacefully. That peace comes from his heart. That's between him and God.

Unless this love is among us, we can kill ourselves with work and it will only be work, not love. Work without love is slavery.