“Father, I am hungry; for the love of God give this soul her food, her Lord in the Eucharist”

One who knows more, loves more.

We trust and believe in what we love.

We’ve had enough of exhortations to be silent! Cry out with a hundred thousand tongues. I see that the world is rotten because of silence.

Nails were not enough to hold God-and-man nailed and fastened on the Cross, had not love held Him there.

It is only through shadows that one comes to know the light.

avarice breeds envy, a worm that is always gnawing, letting the avaricious enjoy neither their own nor anyone else’s good.

Since love for our Creator cannot be sustained unless we love others for God’s sake.

Lord, take me from myself and give me to yourself.

It is human to sin, but diabolic to persist in sin.

It is a human thing to sin, but perseverance in sin is a thing of the devil.

What father ever gave up his son to death for the sake of his slave!

There is no sin nor wrong that gives man such a foretaste of Hell in this life as anger and impatience.

He will provide the way and the means, such as you could never have imagined. Leave it all to Him, let go of yourself, lose yourself on the Cross, and you will find yourself entirely.

Perfection does not consist in macerating or killing the body, but in killing our perverse self-will.

It is impossible to fulfill the law concerning love for Me, God eternal, apart from the law concerning love for your neighbors.

Charity is the sweet and holy bond which links the soul with its Creator: it binds God with man and man with God.

The greatest benefit of depression is the fact that when I have talked about it, every so often someone comes up and says, you saved my dad’s life.

The use of a university is to make young gentlemen as unlike their fathers as possible.

I had a friend, who was abused by her dad. I made a vow to myself that I’d never hurt my daughter.

My brother has not spoken to me in years. Something to do with Donald Trump or Jesus Christ or our horrible stepfather.

Did our fathers create silence or is it that what makes them our fathers?

During the Depression, my dad made radios to sell to make extra money. Nobody had any money to buy the radios, so he would trade them for dogs. He built kennels in the backyard, and he cared for the dogs.

My mom and my dad never pushed me into performing. They never prohibited me from trying anything, or being anything. They never restricted me in any way. For which I’ll be forever grateful.

My dad had been shortstop when he was in college, and you know, when you’re a kid, you want to be just like your dad.