Perfection does not consist in macerating or killing the body, but in killing our perverse self-will.

Consider your possessions loaned to you by God.

Everything comes from love, all is ordained for the salvation of man, God does nothing without this goal in mind.

He will provide the way and the means, such as you could never have imagined. Leave it all to Him, let go of yourself, lose yourself on the Cross, and you will find yourself entirely.

Love transforms one into what one loves.

And let the truth be your delight...Proclaim it..., but with a certain congeniality.

There is no perfect virtue-none that bears fruit- unless it is exercised by means of our neighbor.