“The wisdom of God is reflected in the face of the soul: she will see God as he is, and she will know as she is known.”

The breadth of charity widens the narrow heart of the sinner.

Christ acts like a loving mother. To induce us to follow Him, He gives us Himself as an example and promises us a reward in His kingdom.

Draw us forth from the mire, Lord Jesus, with the hook of your Cross; so that we may run, not to your sweetness, but to the bitterness of your Passion.

The prayer of the monk is not perfect until he no longer recognizes himself or the fact that he is praying.

The life of the body is the soul, the life of the soul is Christ.

Charity is the soul of faith, makes it alive; without love, faith dies.

The Lord breathes the breath of life, contrition of heart, into the face of the soul when he impresses upon it his own image and likeness, which has been soiled by sin, and renews it.

The Lord breathes the breath of life, contrition of heart, into the face of the soul when he impresses upon it his own image and likeness, which has been soiled by sin, and renews it.

He who lives in eternity dwells in the heart of the humble and in the soul of the penitent!

Do you want to have God always in your mind? Be just as he made you to be. Do not go seeking another “you”.

The creator of the heavens obeys a carpenter; the God of eternal glory listens to a poor virgin. Has anyone ever witnessed anything comparable to this?

Nothing so humbles the proud sinner as the humility of Jesus Christ’s humanity.

He prays best who does not know that he is praying.

Of what value is learning that does not turn to love?

The religious soul finds in the heart of Jesus a secure refuge.

Anyone, then, who desires to live chastely in Christ Jesus, must flee not only the mouse of lust, but even from its very scent.

I say to Floyd Mayweather Jr., don’t be a coward and face me in the ring, mano a mano, and shut your big, pretty mouth so we can show the world who is the true king of the ring.

I’m always happy. I’ve just got a mean face.

I will take off my makeup with wipes and then wash my face again. Then, I use a toner, moisturizer, and under-eye cream. I love vitamin E oil and coconut oil.

I broke my heart for every gain, to taste the sweet I faced the pain.

I’m bad for your health, like puttin’ a pistol up to your face and blastin’ yourself.

What gives me the most hope every day is God’s grace; knowing that his grace is going to give me the strength for whatever I face, knowing that nothing is a surprise to God.

In the tumult of great events, solitude was what I hoped for. Now it is what I love. How is it possible to be contented with anything else when one has come face to face with history?

Faced with crisis, the man of character falls back on himself. He imposes his own stamp of action, takes responsibility for it, makes it his own.