“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.

Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.

Write about winter in the summer.

A smile is the same as sunshine; it banishes winter from the human countenance.

In the midst of winter, I find within me the invisible summer.

Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when.

Everybody needs a pair of six-inch heeled boots in their winter wardrobe.

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.