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.

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.

The stench of impurity before God and the angels is so great, that no stench in the world can equal it.

Let us be humble and keep ourselves down: - Obedience! Humility! Detachment!

The greatness of our love of God must be tested by the desire we have of suffering for His love.

He who desires anything but God deceives himself, and he who loves anything but God errs miserably.

Not to know how to deny our soul its own wishes, is to foment a very hot-bed of vices.