When a man becomes old, his greed becomes young: sleep grows heavy at the time of morning.

When a man becomes old, his greed becomes young: sleep grows heavy at the time of morning.

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

When poison becomes a habit, it ceases to injure: make your soul gradually acquainted with death.

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.

Become placeless, for to change this place of water and clay is but to move from one prison to another.

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