“Hell is full of good wishes or desires.”

From the best bliss that earth imparts, we turn unfilled to Thee again.

If you would know whether you have made a good confession, ask yourself I you have resolved to abandon your sins.

Let us not imagine that we obscure the glory of the Son by the great praise we lavish on the Mother; for the more she is honored, the greater is the glory of her Son. There can be no doubt that whatever we say in praise of the Mother gives equal praise to the Son.

Love is alone sufficient by itself, it pleases by itself and for it’s own sake. It is itself a merit, and itself it’s own recompense. It seeks neither cause, nor consequences beyond itself. It is its own fruit, its own object and usefulness. I love because I love you, I love that I may love.

Prostrate, see Thy cross I grasp,And Thy pierced feet I clasp;Gracious Jesus, spurn me not;On me, with compassion fraught.

I have no other masters than the beeches and the oaks.

Let Thy glances fall.Thy cross of agony,My Beloved, look on me;Turn me wholly unto Thee;”Be thou whole,” say openly:”I forgive thee all.

It is no great thing to be humble when you are brought low; but to be humble when you are praised is a great and rare attainment.

It is a fault, not a virtue, to wish your humility recognized and applauded.

Believe one who has tried, you shall find a fuller satisfaction in the woods than in the books. The trees and the rocks will teach you that which you cannot hear from the masters.

Vines and trees will teach you that which you will never learn from masters.

Inordinate love for the flesh is cruelty, because under the appearance of pleasing the body, we kill the soul.

Learn first to love yourself, and then you can love me.

God will become visible as God’s image is reborn in you.

Love me, love my dog.

For I have learnt for a fact that nothing so effectively obtains, retains and regains grace, as that we should always be found not high-minded before God, but filled with holy fear.

Kinsey thought that Freud in his own way was as dangerous as the Catholic Church.

This is a particular thing, you know, catholic stories of martyrs who had their head removed and then continued to be miraculous in the last moments of their life.

I’m not an evangelical, because that means that I exclude the Catholics and main-liners, and Orthodox.

I was brought up as a Catholic. I’ve got A-level guilt.

And I have found that when we Catholics, in the spirit of love and charity, declare our faith boldly and with conviction, we are more likely to find kindred spirits.

Of course, I didn’t ask to be born Catholic, no more than I asked to be born American. But I’m glad it turned out that I’m both these things.

Persecution shows who is a hireling, and who a true pastor.

I grew up a Catholic and I dont want to talk badly about the Catholic Church but theres a lot of routine stuff going on. You say the same prayers, you sit, you kneel, whatever.