An idle life and a holy heart is a contradiction.

Saints spring and thrive most internally, when they are most externally afflicted. Afflictions are the mother of virtue.

An humble soul looks upon Christ's righteousness as his only crown.

If you would have a clear evidence that little love, that little faith, that little zeal, you have is true? Then live up to that love, live up to that faith, live up to that zeal that you have; and this will be evidence beyond all contradiction.

The only way to avoid cannon-shot is to fall down. No such way to be freed from temptation as to keep low.

Repentance is the vomit of the soul.

Humility can weep over other men's weaknesses, and joy and rejoice over their graces.