Christ has no body now on earth but yours.

How is it that we do not die of love in seeing that God Himself could do no more than shed His divine blood for us drop by drop? When as man He was preparing for death, He made Himself our food in order to give us life. God becomes food, bread for his creatures. Is this not enough to make us die of love?

For prayer is nothing else than being on terms of friendship with God.

If you seek to carry no other crosses but those whose reason you understand, perfection is not for you.

I would never want any prayer that would not make the virtues grow within me.

God gave us faculties for our use; each of them will receive its proper reward. Then do not let us try to charm them to sleep, but permit them to do their work until divinely called to something higher.

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.