“Suffering is a great favor. Remember that everything soon comes to an end . . . and take courage. Think of how our gain is eternal.”

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.

God deliver me from people who are so spiritual that they want to turn everything into perfect contemplation, come what may.

True perfection consists in the love of God and our neighbour, and the better we keep both these commandments, the more perfect we shall be.

The feeling remains that God is on the journey, too.

Christ moves along the pots and pans.

For pity’s sake, don’t start meeting troubles halfway.

He who has God finds he is lacking nothing.

Much more is accomplished by a single word of the Our Father said, now and then, from our heart, than by the whole prayer repeated many times in haste and without attention.

It is true that we cannot be free from sin, but at least let our sins not always be the same.

Out of suffering comes the serious mind; out of salvation, the grateful heart; out of endurance, fortitude; out of deliverance faith. Patient endurance attends to all things.

You pay God a compliment by asking great things of Him.

Do you know when people really become spiritual? It is when they become the slaves of God and are branded with His sign, which is the sign of the Cross, in token that they have given Him their freedom.

From heaven even the most miserable life will look like one bad night at an inconvenient hotel.

Let us live in such a way as not to be afraid to die.

The closer one approaches to God, the simpler one becomes.

You hypnotize yourself with memories that were meant to be forgotten, then wonder why destiny never favors you.

That is the Roman way: to give favors to the favorites.

Hearing Mass is the ceremony I most favor during my travels. Church is the only place where someone speaks to me and I do not have to answer back.

You’d be doing me a favor if you called me Wyatt or Earp, but not both.”

Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

But that was war. Just about all he could find in its favor was that it paid well and liberated children from the pernicious influence of their parents.

Fortune and love favor the brave.

For every idealistic peacemaker willing to renounce his self-defense in favor of a weapons-free world, there is at least one warmaker anxious to exploit the other’s good intentions.