What father ever gave up his son to death for the sake of his slave!

Make yourself a "capacity" and I will make myself a "torrent."

Even if [the Pope an incarnate devil], we ought not to raise up our heads against him, but calmly lie down to rest on his bosom... He who rebels against our Father is condemned to death, for that which we do to him we do to Christ: we honor Christ if we honor the Pope; we dishonor Christ if we dishonor the Pope.

Merit consists in the virtue of love alone, flavored with the light of true discretion without which the soul is worth nothing.

The city is the image of the soul, the surrounding walls being the frontier between the outward and inward life. The gates are the faculties or senses connecting the life of the soul with the outward world. Living springs of water rise within it. And in the centre, where beats the heart, stands the holy sanctuary.

The soul, as soon as she comes to know Me, reaches out to love her neighbors.

To a brave man, good and bad luck are like his left and right hand. He uses both.