The world's thy ship and not thy home.

Prayer and sacrifice can touch souls better than words.

You must open a little, or rather raise on high your corolla so that the Bread of Angels may come as divine dew to strengthen you, and to give you all that is wanting to you.

When I die, I will send down a shower of roses from the heavens,I will spend my heaven by doing good on earth.

The country in which I live is not my native country, that lies elsewhere, and it must always be the center of my longings.

Jesus makes the bitterest mouthful taste sweet.

For one pain endured with joy, we shall love the good God more forever.