Seek for the truth from the heart which is empty of thought.

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

If I am mad, then who on the face of the earth is sane? If you are sane, then there is no madman in the world.

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

The weeping of the candle is not in mourning for the moth: the dawn is at hand, and it is thinking of its own dark night.

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?