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.

Seldom or never is a poor man honored by the world; however worthy of honor he may be, he is apt rather to be despised by it.

Whoever has God lacks nothing. God alone suffices.

It constantly happens that the Lord permits a soul to fall so that it may grow humbler.

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.

Out of suffering comes the serious mind; out of salvation, the grateful heart; out of endurance, fortitude; out of deliverance faith. Patient endurance attends to all things.

Pain is never permanent.