“I was watching souls going down into the abyss as thick and fast as snowflakes falling in the winter mist.”

He who knows what God is, studies to avoid sin.

Meditate on the horrors of Hell, which will last for eternity because of one easily-committed mortal sin.

However much we suffer for the love of Jesus Crucified, it is but little.

The want of proper examination, true contrition, and a firm purpose of amendment, is the cause of bad confessions, and of the ruin of souls.’

We offend God because we do not know His greatness.

Try hard to be among the few who are chosen. Think of the eternal flames of Hell, and how few there are that are saved.

The poor should live by alms.

A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.

Give me a love like winter branches, that will hold on even without any leaves.

On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.

She has the scent of cinnamon summer that the roots of winter absorb.

You make sunlight doubt its role in winters as you set my body on fire.

I ball all through the winter and I stunt all through the summer.

I felt the warmest on winter drives with you.

Winter is the night of vegetation.