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

I wish not merely to be called Christian, but also to be Christian.

He who died in place of us is the one object of my quest. He who rose for our sakes is my one desire.

Now I begin to be a disciple. Let fire and cross, flocks of beasts, broken bones, dismemberment come upon me, so long as I attain to Jesus Christ.

Jesus was born and baptized that by his suffering he might purify the water.

A Christian is not his own master, since all his time belongs to God.

Let fire and the cross; let the crowds of wild beasts; let tearings let shatterings of the whole body; and let all the evil torments of the devil come upon me: only let me attain to Jesus Christ.

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.

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.

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

All kinds of wonderful, rare animals will come to drink at the pool, and you will clearly see the nature of all things.

I don’t have a drinking problem ‘Cept when I can’t get a drink.

The piano has been drinking, not me.

Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah, I drunk me a river since you tore me apart.

I used to drink a bottle of vodka a day, every day, for about 40 years and it never occurred to me it’d kill me.

Don’t you know there ain’t no devil, it’s just god when he’s drunk.

You must learn to drink the cup of life as it comes … without stirring it up from the bottom. That’s where the bitter dregs are!

Wake up early. Drink some juice, and eat well. Work hard. Be ambitious. Keep your priorities straight, your mind right, and your head up. Do well, live well, love well, and dress really well. Do what you love, love what you do. It is time to start living.