“Preach the Truth as if you had a million voices. It is silence that kills the world.”

Every step of the way to heaven is heaven.

Lose yourself wholly; and the more you lose, the more you will find.

It is the nature of love to love as much as we feel we are loved and to love whatever the one we love loves.

And let the truth be your delight proclaim it, but with a certain congeniality.

Do not presume to choose your own way of serving instead of the one I have made for you.

How many are the pains of those who hunger for revenge! They gnaw away at themselves constantly, and they have killed themselves even before they kill their enemies.

We will be humble as we are obedient, and as obedient as we are humble.

Love transforms one into what one loves.

Don’t make it necessary for me to complain about you to Christ crucified. (There is no one else I can complain to, since there is no one greater than you on earth.

The Devil often places himself upon the tongues of creatures, causing them to chatter nonsensically.

You will do very well to refuse offices; for a man seldom fails to give offense in them. It ought to weary you simply to hear them mentioned.

You know Me in you, and from this knowledge you will derive all that is necessary.

Enrich your soul in the great goodness of God: The Father is your table, the Son is your food, and the Holy Spirit waits on you and then makes His dwelling in you.

Start being brave about everything. Drive out darkness and spread light. Don’ look at your weaknesses. Realize instead that in Christ crucified you can do everything.

Hope comes from love, because people always trust in those they love.

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

There is no class that cannot be wiped out if a sufficient number of its members are murdered.

Your enemies can kill you, but only your friends can hurt you.

Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

If one day speed kills me, do not cry because I was smiling.

I can feel her resurrecting. The one he thought he had killed. Strength realised in her resting. It was worth all the blood spilled.

If you don’t say what you think then you kill your unborn self.

Love can flourish only as long as it is free and spontaneous; it tends to be killed by the thought of duty. To say that it is your duty to love so-and-so is the surest way to cause you to hate him of her.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.