“The world’s thy ship and not thy home.”

You know well that Our Lord does not look so much at the greatness of our actions, nor even at their difficulty, as at the love with which we do them.

Love needs to be proved by action.

The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

A heart given to God loses none of its natural tenderness; on the contrary, the more pure and divine it becomes, the more such tenderness increases.

Nobody is a good judge in his own cause!

God would never inspire me with desires which cannot be realized; so in spite of my littleness, I can hope to be a saint.

Frequently, only silence can express my prayer.

I say nothing to him I love him.

Holiness consists simply in doing God’s will, and being just what God wants us to be.

I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself.

When I die, I will send down a shower of roses from the heavens,I will spend my heaven by doing good on earth.

I felt it better to speak to God than about Him.

Prayer for me is an updward leap of the heart

The greatest honor God can do a soul is not give it much; but to ask much of it.

Let us go forward in peace, our eyes upon heaven, the only one goal of our labors.

The loveliest materpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.

Your eyes call me home, they beckon me from the sea.

Until homes are empty, Hospitals and crematoriums are bound to be full.

Do you remember when I felt like home?

One day, you’ll be home again.

When I’m at home, I don’t discuss business. I don’t talk business. I don’t answer the phone. It’s just me, my wife, my children, my dogs. That’s my world.

I never like to just sit home all day. Hopefully one day I can learn to just Relax.

Finally found solace, a way out of maze. You discern, YOU are your HOME, Today and Always.

It covers me like the embrace of the sky. Like a closed one bidding goodbye. Like those smeared memories and lyrics of a melancholy song, Home, Home is what I long for.