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

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.

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

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.

It is not that I want merely to be called a Christian, but actually to be one. Yes, if I prove to be one, then I can have the name.

Pray without ceasing on behalf of other men, For cannot he that falls rise again?

Therefore run together as into one temple of God, as to one altar, as to one Jesus Christ, who came forth from one Father, and is with and has gone to one.

Let not then any one deceive you, as indeed you are not deceived, inasmuch as you are wholly devoted to God.

Anything one man can imagine, other men can make real.

In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.

In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.

I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.

Dream big don’t let anybody or anything break your wishbone. Stay strong, full of faith, and courageous. Keep that backbone straight. And along the way, don’t forget to laugh and enjoy the journey.

When the world is too much create your own. I do it every day.

I like my soul when it touches yours; winter turns to summer and my nightmares become dreams.

If your habits don’t line up with your dream, then you need to either change your habits or change your dream.