“I am God’s wheat and shall be ground by their teeth so that I may become Christ’s pure bread.”

It is better to be silent and be real than to talk and not be real.

It is better for me to die in behalf of Jesus Christ, than to reign over all the ends of the earth.

May nothing entice me till I happily make my way to Jesus Christ! Fire, cross, struggles with wild beasts, wrenching of bones, mangling of limbs – let them come to me, provided only I make my way to Jesus Christ.

Do not have Jesus Christ on your lips, and the world in your heart.

Your accord and harmonious love is a hymn to Jesus Christ in perfect harmony, and taking your pitch from God, you may sing in unison and in one voice to the Father through Jesus Christ.

I hunger for the bread of God, the flesh of Jesus Christ; I long to drink of his blood, the gift of unending love.

It is impossible for a man to be freed from the habit of sin before he hates it, just as it is impossible to receive forgiveness before confessing his trespasses.

As for me, my charter is Jesus Christ, the inviolable charter is His cross and His death and resurrection, and faith through Him.

Wherever the bishop shall appear, there let the multitude also be; even as, wherever Jesus Christ is, there is the Catholic Church.

It is right, therefore, that we not just be called Christians, but that we actually be Christians.

Christianity is greatest when it is hated by the world.

I am the wheat of God, and am ground by the teeth of the wild beasts, that I may be found the pure bread of God.

Be obedient to the bishop and to one another, as Jesus Christ was in the flesh to the Father, and the apostles to Christ and to the Father and to the Spirit, so that there may be unity in flesh and in spirit.

Where the bishop is present, there is the Catholic Church.

Do everything as if He were dwelling in us. Thus we shall be His temples and He will be within us as our God – as He actually is.

I would rather die for Christ than rule the whole earth.

The willingness to be and to have just what God wants us to be and have, nothing more, nothing less, and nothing else, would set our hearts at rest, and we would discover the simpler life, the greater peace.

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

Would to God, brethren, I could tell you WHO I am! Would to God I could tell you WHAT I know! But you would call it blasphemy and want to take my life!

God is an ever-receding pocket of scientific ignorance that’s getting smaller and smaller and smaller as time moves on.

We had seen God in His splendors, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.

My dear Jesus, my Savior, is so deeply written in my heart, that I feel confident, that if my heart were to be cut open and chopped to pieces, the name of Jesus would be found written on every piece.

I no longer take pleasure in perishable food or in the delights of this world. I want only God’s bread, which is the Flesh of Jesus Christ, formed of the seed of David, and for drink I crave His Blood which is love that cannot perish.

Spread out your petition before God, and then say, “Thy will, not mine, be done.” The sweetest lesson I have learned in God’s school is to let the Lord choose for me.