Truth suffers, but never dies.

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

It is a most certain truth, that the richer we see ourselves to be, confessing at the same time our poverty, the greater will be our progress, and the more real our humility.

Christ has no body now but mine. He prays in me, works in me, looks through my eyes, speaks through my words, works through my hands, walks with my feet and loves with my heart.

How friendly all men would be one with another, if no regard were paid to honour and money! I believe it would be a remedy for everything.

It is no small misfortune and disgrace that, through our own fault, we neither understand our nature nor our origin.

So dearly does His Majesty love us that He will reward our love for our neighbor by increasing the love which we bear to Himself, and that in a thousand ways.