To go to Mass is to go to Heaven.

Loving difficult people will refine us. Perhaps only in heaven will our love be so perfected that we can actually like these people, too. St. Augustine spoke of a man who, on earth, had chronic gas problems; in heaven, his flatulence became perfect music.

To go to Mass is to go to Heaven.

The Mass-and I mean every single Mass-is heaven on earth. Literally.

Down through the centuries, the Church has carefully preserved, protected, and defended its Marian teachings, because to give them up would be to give up the gospel.

Love is something worth suffering for.

At the root of all misery is unfulfilled desire.