“He who is not getting better is getting worse.”

We ought even to hold as a fixed principle that what I see white I believe to be black, if the superior authorities define it to be so.

Spiritual infirmities such as tepidity are caused, not only by chills but also by fevers, that is, by excessive zeal.

We should always be disposed to believe that that which appears white is really black, if the hierarchy of the Church so decides.

No idle word should be uttered. I understand a word to be idle when it serves no good purpose, either for myself or for another, and was not intended to do so.

Discouragement is not from God.

God gives each one of us sufficient grace ever to know His holy will, and to do it fully.

To have prevented one single sin is reward enough for the labors and efforts of a whole lifetime.

Truth always ends by victory; it is not unassailable, but invincible.

You have given it all to me. To you, Lord, I return it. Everything is yours; do with it what you will. Give me only your love and grace. That is enough for me.

Teach us, Good Lord, to give and not count the cost; to fight and not to heed the wounds; to toil and not to seek for rest; to labor and not to ask for any reward save that of knowing that we do thy will.

Considering that the blessed life we so long for consists in an intimate and true love of God Our Creator and Lord, which binds and obliges us all to a sincere love.

The more completely we focus our attention on our Creator and Lord, the less chance there is of our being distracted by creatures.

We should not have a petty regard for God’s gifts, though we may and should despise our own imperfections.

If one fears men much he will never do anything great for God: all that one does for God arouses persecution.

Idleness is hells fishhook for catching souls.

Among the many signs of a lively faith and hope we have in eternal life, one of the surest is not being overly sad at the death of those whom we dearly love in our Lord.

Better to make a good future than predict a bad one.

What is better than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing.

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc – it’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

Fail, fail again, fail better.

When God forgave me, I figured I’d better do it too.

Death is an ascension to a better library.