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.

Only those who do not fight are never wounded.

Every man is the painter and the sculptor of his own life.

Are you angry? Be angry at your sins, beat your soul, afflict your conscience, but strict in judgement and a terrible punisher of your own sins. This is the benefit of anger, wherefore God placed it in us.

You can call happy those who saw Him... But, come to the altar and you will see Him, you will touch Him, you will give to Him holy kisses, you will wash Him with your tears, you will carry Him within you like Mary Most Holy.

It is certainly a greater and more wonderful work to change the minds of enemies, bringing about a change of soul, than to kill them.

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