Nothing causes us to so nearly resemble God as the forgiveness of injuries.

The drunken man is a living corpse.

What good is it if the Eucharistic table is overloaded with golden chalices when your brother is dying of hunger. Start by satisfying his hunger and then with what is left you may adorn the altar as well.

Not to share our own wealth with the poor is theft from the poor and deprivation of their means of life; we do not possess our own wealth, but theirs.

We must not mind insulting men, if by respecting them we offend God.

The road to Hell is paved with the bones of priests and monks, and the skulls of bishops are the lamp posts that light the path.

Whether or not our prayer is heard depends not on the number of our words, but on the fervor of our souls.