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

He won me over entirely by giving Himself entirely to me.

Prayer is a virtue that prevaileth against all temptations.

Pride causes us to use our gifts as though they came from ourselves, not benefits received from God, and to usurp our benefactor’s glory.

Let us then cast ourselves at the feet of this good Mother, and embracing them let us not depart until she blesses us, and accepts us for her children.

We find rest in those we love, and we provide a resting place in ourselves for those who love us.

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

The more I contemplate God, the more God looks on me. The more I pray to him, the more he thinks of me too.

The rivers of Grace cannot flow uphill, up the steep cliff of the proud man’s heart.

Have death always before your eyes as a salutary means of returning to God.

True penance consists in regretting without ceasing the faults of the past, and in firmly resolving to never again commit that which is so deplorable.

With her for guide, you shall never go astray; while invoking her, you shall never lose heart; so long as she is in your mind, you are safe from deception; while she holds your hand, you cannot fall; under her protection you have nothing to fear.

The piercing nail has become a key to unlock the door, that I may see the good will of the Lord. And what can I see as I look through the hole?

What we love we shall grow to resemble.

Who loves me will love my dog also.

A pretext is never lacking to him who would break with a friend.

All things are possible to one who believes.

I am a spark from the Infinite. I am not flesh and bones. I am light.

Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!

All flesh doth frailty breed!

One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I’d guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.

Human beings are made up of flesh and blood, and a miracle fiber called courage.

If words could scatter flesh the way it feels inside the heart i’d be holding up the walls in the house of our goodbye.

Some say your body is a temple. But I’m feeling trapped within this flesh. My mind is a haunted fortress and I’m a prisoner in duress.

I mean the flesh, never fade! The flesh never leave the creation, see, because with that divine spirit the flesh cannot fade. If the spirit is weak then the flesh fade, seen?