The greatness of our love of God must be tested by the desire we have of suffering for His love.
Heaven is not made for the slothful.
There is nothing the devil fears so much, or so much tries to hinder, as prayer.
Let us think, if we only got to heaven, what a sweet and easy thing it will be there to be always saying with the angels and the saints, Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus.
First let a little love find entrance into their hearts, and the rest will follow.
Let the sick man enter into the Side of Jesus and His most holy Wounds; let him not be afraid, but combat manfully, and he will come forth victorious.