“Our body has this defect that, the more it is provided care and comforts, the more needs and desires it finds.”

It constantly happens that the Lord permits a soul to fall so that it may grow humbler.

Our souls may lose their peace and even disturb other people’s, if we are always criticizing trivial actions – which often are not real defects at all, but we construe them wrongly through our ignorance of their motives.

Souls who do not practice prayer are like people whose limbs are paralyzed.

No one should think or say anything of another which he would not wish thought or said of himself.

It is love alone that gives worth to all things.

All things pass; Patience attains all it strives for.

In a state of grace, the soul is like a well of limpid water, from which flow only streams of clearest crystal. Its works are pleasing both to God and man, rising from the River of Life, beside which it is rooted like a tree.

How poor is the wisdom of men, and how uncertain their forecast!

It is impossible for human tongue to exaggerate the riches which a vision from God brings to the soul: it even bestows health and refreshment on the body.

To reach something good it is very useful to have gone astray, and thus acquire experience.

Consider seriously how quickly people change, and how little trust is to be had in them; and hold fast to God, Who does not change.

In light of heaven, the worst suffering on earth will be seen to be no more serious than one night in an inconvenient hotel.

From moment to moment one can bear much.

May I not come before You with empty hands, since we are rewarded according to our deeds.

When we accept what happens to us and make the best of it, we are praising God.

Love draws forth love.

Life without limbs? Or life without limits?

My body is the shape I live in and it shapes the way I live.

The next time you look into the mirror, just look at the way the ears rest next to the head; look at the way the hairline grows; think of all the little bones in your wrist. It is a miracle. And the dance is a celebration of that miracle.

The body says what words cannot.

It’s the blood of the ancients that runs through the veins.

Listen to your body – she never lies.

This body of ours has one fault: the more you indulge it, the more things it discovers to be essential to it. It is extraordinary how it likes being indulged.

Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.