Words would be superfluous if we had deeds to show for Them.

No one can harm the man who does himself no wrong.

When the Mass is being celebrated, the sanctuary is filled with countless angels, who adore the Divine Victim immolated on the altar.

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.

I hear no one boast, that he hath a knowledge of the Scriptures, but that he owneth a Bible written in golden characters. And tell me then, what profiteth this? The Holy Scriptures were not given to us that we should enclose them in books, but that we should engrave them upon our hearts.

That is true plenty, not to have, but not to want riches.