Life is a night spent in an uncomfortable inn.

While the soul is in mortal sin, nothing can profit it; none of its good works merit an eternal reward, since they do not proceed from God as their first principle, and by Him alone is our virtue real virtue.

Patient endurance / Attaineth to all things.

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.

From silly devotions and from sour-faced saints, good Lord, deliver us.

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

I am afraid that if we begin to put our trust in human help, some of our Divine help will fail us.