Our soul can find in the Blessed Sacrament all the joys and consolations it desires.

We are always in the presence of God, yet it seems to me that those who pray are in His presence in a very different sense.

I am quite sure that if we could but once approach the Most Holy Sacrament with great faith and love, it would suffice to make us rich. How much more so if we approach it often!

Discontent with this world gives such a painful longing to quit it that, if the heart finds comfort, it is solely from the thought that God wishes it to remain here in banishment.

Life is a night spent in an uncomfortable inn.

Everything seems to me to pass so quickly that we must concentrate on how to die rather than on how to live. How sweet it is to die if one has lived on the Cross with Christ.

What friends or kindred can be so close and intimate as the powers of our soul, which, whether we will or no, must ever bear us company?