To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straitened heart and departs smiling.

The touchstone of false friends is the day of need: by way of proof, ask a loan from your friends.

The rosary in the hand, repentance on the lips, and the heart full of sinful longings-sin itself laughs at our repentance!

The wave is ignorant of the true nature of the sea: how can the temporal comprehend the eternal?

Peace is in proportion to every pause: observe the difference between to run, to walk, to stand, to sit, to lie, to die.

What does it profit you that all the libraries of the world should be yours? Not knowledge but what one does with knowledge is your profit.

The life of this transitory world is the expectation of death: to renounce life is to escape from the expectation of annihilation.