“The tree that is beside the running water is fresher and gives more fruit.”

All times are dangerous times.

Truth suffers, but never dies.

Never do anything which you could not do in the sight of all.

Prayer is an act of love; words are not needed. Even if sickness distracts from thoughts, all that is needed is the will to love.

The saints rejoiced at injuries and persecutions, because in forgiving them they had something to present to God when they prayed to Him.

However softly we speak, God is near enough to hear us.

To want to become angels while we are still on earth is ridiculous.

Anyone who truly loves God travels securely.

May God protect me from gloomy saints.

Any real ecstasy is a sign you are moving in the right direction.

Union is as if in a room there were two large windows through which the light streamed in; it enters in different places but it all becomes one.

God is even kinder than you think.

Every part of the journey is of importance to the whole.

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

If you seek to carry no other crosses but those whose reason you understand, perfection is not for you.

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

Love is a fruit in season at all times and within reach of every hand.

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

I’m not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.

The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

The importance of the new plant of progress and in the fruits it will bear.

When I planted my pain in the field of patience it bore fruit of happiness.

Books and movies are like apples and oranges. They both are fruit, but taste completely different.