“Oh, how I like those little mortifications that are seen by nobody, such as rising a quarter of an hour sooner, rising for a little while in the night to pray!”

If you invoke the Blessed Virgin when you are tempted, she will come at once to your help, and Satan will leave you.

There is nothing so great as the Eucharist. If God had something more precious, He would have given it to us.

The Lord is more anxious to forgive our sins than a woman is to carry her baby out of a burning building.

The first thing about the angels that we ought to imitate, is their consciousness of the Presence of God.

Sin is the assassin of the soul.

The Devil writes down our sins – our Guardian Angel all our merits. Labor that the Guardian Angel’s book may be full, and the Devil’s empty.

When we have been to Holy Communion, the balm of love envelops the soul as the flower envelops the bee.

I thought a time would come when people would rout me out of Ars with sticks, when the Bishop would suspend me, and I should end my days in prison. I see, however, that I am not worthy of such a grace.

Have you been working on Sunday? Have you been buying or selling without necessity in the course of this holy day? Give to the poor some alms which will exceed the profit you have made.

Humility is like a pair of scales: the lower one side falls, the higher rises the other. Let us humble ourselves like the Blessed Virgin and we shall be exalted.

There were two saints in the desert, who had sewed thorns into all their clothes; and we seek for nothing but comfort!

Our body is a vessel of corruption; it is meant for death and for the worms, nothing more! And yet we devote ourselves to satisfying it, rather than to enriching our soul, which is so great that we can conceive nothing greater – no, nothing, nothing!

If you are attached to the things of this earth, you should give alms sufficient to enable you to punish your avarice by depriving yourself of all that is not absolutely necessary for life.

Upon receiving Holy Communion, the Adorable Blood of Jesus Christ really flows in our veins and His Flesh is really blended with ours.

Shall we all be saved? Shall we go to Heaven? Alas, my children, we do not know at all! But I tremble when I see so many souls lost these days. See, they fall into Hell as leaves fall from the trees at the approach of winter.

All that we do without offering it to God is wasted.

Every night on the court I give my all, and if I’m not giving 100 percent, I criticize myself.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.

The world is more alive at night; it’s like God isn’t looking.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

I’ve loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

Weather forecast for tonight: dark. Continued dark overnight, with widely scattered light by morning.

I live for the nights that I can’t remember with the people that I won’t forget.