The best way to prepare for death is to spend every day of life as though it were the last.

The perfection of a Christian consists in mortifying his will for the love of Christ. Where there is no great mortification, there is no great sanctity.

If we wish to keep peace with our neighbours, we should never remind any one of his natural defects.

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.

A joyful heart is more easily made perfect than a downcast one.

He who always acts under obedience may be assured that he will not have to give an account of his actions to God.

Where there is no great mortification there is no great sanctity.