“The life of prayer is just love to God, and the custom of being ever with Him.”

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

Everything seems to me to pass so quickly that we must concentrate on how to die rather than on how to live. How sweet it is to die if one has lived on the Cross with Christ.

I thought of the soul as resembling a castle, formed of a single diamond or a very transparent crystal, and containing many rooms, just as in Heaven there are many mansions.

The tree that is beside the running water is fresher and gives more fruit.

Trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

How often I failed in my duty to God, because I was not leaning on the strong pillar of prayer.

All blessings come to us through our Lord. He will teach us, for in beholding His life we find that He is the best example.

Don’t be curious of matters that don’t concern you; never speak of them, and don’t ask about them.

There is no affliction, trial, or labor difficult to endure, when we consider the torments and sufferings which Our Lord Jesus Christ endured for us.

We may speak of love and humility as the true flowers of spiritual growth; and they give off a wonderful scent, which benefits all those who come near.

If Christ Jesus dwells in a man as his friend and noble leader, that man can endure all things, for Christ helps and strengthens us and never abandons us. He is a true friend.

Be kind to all and severe to thyself.

Strive to close the eyes of the body and open those of the soul and look into your own heart.

Life is a night spent in an uncomfortable inn.

Christ has no body now but mine. He prays in me, works in me, looks through my eyes, speaks through my words, works through my hands, walks with my feet and loves with my heart.

There seem to me a great many blessings which come from true poverty and I should be sorry to be deprived of them.

The custom and fashion of today will be the awkwardness and outrage of tomorrow – so arbitrary are these transient laws.

The way of the world is to make laws, but follow custom.

Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and children bereaved.

To bribe a farmer not to plant 38 acres with corn … seven weeks of salary for a Customs man assigned to save us from the terror of high-quality, low priced foreign TV sets, or the subsidy on 6,000 bushels of wheat to prop up the Soviet regime.

The despotism of custom is everywhere the standing hindrance to human advancement.

He who does anything because it is the custom, makes no choice.

The National Targeting Center in Virginia run by Customs and Border Protection checks the background of every traveler who seeks to enter the country.

The perpetual obstacle to human advancement is custom.