You are surprised that the world is losing its grip? That the world is grown old? Don't hold onto the old man, the world; don't refuse to regain your youth in Christ, who says to you: 'The world is passing away; the world is losing its grip; the world is short of breath. Don't fear, your youth shall be renewed as an eagle.'

You aspire to great things? Begin with the little ones.

This awful catastrophe is not the end but the beginning. History does not end so. It is the way its chapters open.

By faithfulness we are collected and wound up into unity within ourselves, whereas we had been scattered abroad in multiplicity.

There is no remedy so powerful against the heat of concupiscence as the remembrance of our Savior's Passion. In all my difficulties I never found anything so efficacious as the wounds of Christ: In them I sleep secure; from them I derive new life.

What you are must always displease you, if you would attain to that which you are not.

I fell away from you, my God, and I went astray, too far astray from you, the support of my youth, and I became to myself a land of want.