“Mary is the Mysterious Book of Predestination to glory.”

I will go anywhere and do anything in order to communicate the love of Jesus to those who do not know Him or have forgotten Him.

The impressions of childhood are never obliterated.

The world is poisoned with erroneous theories, and needs to be taught sane doctrines, but it is difficult to straighten what has become crooked.

If you are in danger, if your hearts are confused, turn to Mary; she is our comfort, our help; turn towards her and you will be saved.

We must pray without tiring, for the salvation of mankind does not depend upon material success . . . but on Jesus alone.

I travel, work, suffer my weak health, meet with a thousand difficulties, but all these are nothing, for this world is so small. To me, space is an imperceptible object, as I am accustomed to dwell in eternity.

They who pray with faith have fervour and fervour is the fire of prayer. This mysterious fire has the power of consuming all our faults and imperfections, and of giving to our actions, vitality, beauty and merit.

In other countries they speak of nobility and courtesy, in London they practise it.

Prayer is powerful! It fills the earth with mercy, it makes the Divine clemency pass from generation to generation; right along the course of the centuries wonderful works have been achieved through prayer.

I often wonder what I’d do if there weren’t any books in the world.

The less you eat, drink and read books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorize, sing, paint, fence, etc.

Any book that helps a child to form a habit of reading, to make reading one of his deep and continuing needs, is good for him.

Books are like seeds. They can lie dormant for centuries and then flower in the most unpromising soil.

I’m wondering what to read next.

There is no friend as loyal as a book.

It is far better to be silent than merely to increase the quantity of bad books.

I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.