All times are dangerous times.

While the soul is in mortal sin, nothing can profit it; none of its good works merit an eternal reward, since they do not proceed from God as their first principle, and by Him alone is our virtue real virtue.

We bloomed in Spring. Our bodies are the leaves of God. The apparent seasons of life and death our eyes can suffer; but our souls, dear, I will just say this forthright: they are God Himself, we will never perish until He does.

Anyone who truly loves God travels securely.

Alas, O Lord, to what a state dost Thou bring those who love Thee!

Christ moves along the pots and pans.

Pain is never permanent.