“The measure of love is love without measure.”

How beautiful then is modesty and what a gem among virtues it is.

He rightly reads scripture who turns words into deeds.

So far from being able to answer for my sins, I cannot even answer for my righteousness!

Hell is full of good wishes or desires.

True love does not demand a reward, but it deserves one.

Slander is a poison which kills charity, both in the slanderer and the one who listens.

When God forgives a sinner who humbly confesses his sin, the devil loses his dominion over the heart he had taken.

Jesus to me is honey in the mouth, music in the ear, a song in the heart.

God will either give us what we ask, or what He knows to be better for us.

Pride only, the chief of all iniquities, can make us treat gifts as if they were rightful attributes of our nature, and, while receiving benefits, rob our Benefactor of His due glory.

The Eucharist is that love which surpasses all loves in Heaven and on earth

I do a great wrong in His sight, when I beseech Him that He will hear my prayer, which as I give utterance to it, I do not hear myself. I entreat Him that He will think of me; but I regard neither myself nor Him.

The true measure of loving God is to love him without measure.

Nothing can work me damage except myself. The harm that I sustain I carry about with me, and never am a real sufferer but by my own fault.

Theirs is an endless road, a hopeless maze, who seek for goods before they seek for God.

Among us on the earth there is His memory; but in the Kingdom of heaven His very Presence. That Presence is the joy of those who have already attained to beatitude; the memory is the comfort of us who are still wayfarers, journeying towards the Fatherland.