Oh, my Lord! How true it is that whoever works for you is paid in troubles! And what a precious price to those who love you if we understand its value.
There is more security in self-denial, mortification, and other like virtues, than in an abundance of tears.
How is it, Lord, that we are cowards in everything save in opposing thee?
The closer one approaches to God, the simpler one becomes.
For pity's sake, don't start meeting troubles halfway.
Christ has no body now on earth but yours, no hands, no feet but yours. Yours are the eyes with which Christ looks out his compassion to the world. Yours are the feet with which he is to go about doing good. Yours are the hands with which he is to bless us now.