Riches are not forbidden, but the pride of them is.

Poor human reason, when it trusts in itself, substitutes the strangest absurdities for the highest divine concepts

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

Feast of Gregory, Bishop of Nyssa, & his sister Macrina, Teachers, c.394 & c.379 Humility is the root, mother, nurse, foundation, and bond of all virtue.

In the Christian combat, not the striker, as in the Olympic contests, but he who is struck, wins the crown. This is the law in the celestial theatre, where the Angels are the spectators.

Even if we stand at the very summit of virtue, it is by mercy that we shall be saved.

Prayer is an all-efficient panoply, a treasure undiminished, a mine which is never exhausted, a sky unobscured by clouds, a heaven unruffled by the storm. It is the root, the fountain, the mother of a thousand blessings.