Place your hopes in the mercy of God and the merits of our Redeemer; say often, looking at the crucifix: There are centered all my hopes.

Make a bouquet of the sufferings of Jesus and carry it in the bosom of his soul.

Be as eager to break your own will as the thirsty stag is to drink of the refreshing waters.

When you feel the assaults of passion and anger, then is the time to be silent as Jesus was silent in the midst of His ignominies and sufferings.

He who does not mortify his palate will neither know how to mortify his flesh.

Let everything in creation draw you to God. Refresh your mind with some innocent recreation and needful rest, if it were only to saunter through the garden or the fields, listening to the sermon preached by the flowers, the trees, the meadows, the sun, the sky, and the whole universe. You will find that they exhort you to love and praise God; that they excite you to extol the greatness of the Sovereign Architect Who has given them their being.

Let us throw ourselves into the ocean of His goodness, where every failing will be canceled and anxiety turned into love.