“They talk like angels but they live like men.”

Love knows nothing of order.

Martyrdom does not consist only in dying for one’s faith. Martyrdom also consists in serving God with love and purity of heart every day of one’s life.

Without doubt, the Lord grants all favors which are asked of Him in Mass, provided they be fitting for us.

For all riches come from iniquity, and unless one were to lose another could not gain. Hence the common adage seems to me to be very true: The rich man is unjust or the heir of an unjust one.

If it is good not to touch a woman, then it is bad to touch a woman always and in every case.

If then you remain constant in faith in the face of trial, the Lord will give you peace and rest for a time in this world, and forever in the next.

No created mind, no created heart, no human force is capable of knowing how much love the Heart of Mary had for the Lord.

Marriage fills the Earth, virginity Heaven.

Be at peace with your own soul, then heaven and earth will be at peace with you.

Music to me is a voice, my voice, it’s my way of expressing what colours can I bring in, what emotions, what feel. What ideas can I bring out from these instruments that would make this song come alive.

Love is not to be purchased, and affection has no price.

Always be doing something worthwhile; then the devil will always find you busy.

The most base of men can be civilized through suffering.

The enemy of reflection is the breakneck pace – the thousand pictures.

He is rich enough who does not want bread.

It is our part to seek, His to grant what we ask; ours to make a beginning, His to bring it to completion; ours to offer what we can, His to finish what we cannot.

Do not give up if you get an opportunity to please someone, they are the angels who can give a grin on someone’s face.

The savior who wants to turn men into angels is as much a hater of human nature as the totalitarian despot who wants to turn them into puppets.

She kissed me just right, like only a lonely angel can.

So when that Angel of the darker Drink, at last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul forth to your Lips to quaff-you shall not shrink.

Make sure to send a lazy man the angel of death.

The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.

Nobody knows if Zidane is an angel or demon. He smiles like Saint Teresa and grimaces like a serial killer.

You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel.