A friend is long sought, hardly found, and with difficulty kept.
We must love Christ and always seek Christ's embraces. Then everything difficult will seem easy.
Instead of speaking saintly words we must act them.
My speech is too fast; my oration confused; love knows no order.
Without doubt, the Lord grants all favors which are asked of Him in Mass, provided they be fitting for us.
Being over seventy is like being engaged in a war. All our friends are going or gone and we survive amongst the dead and the dying as on a battlefield.