“It maketh God man, and man God; things temporal, eternal; mortal, immortal; it maketh an enemy a friend, a servant a son, vile things glorious, cold hearts fiery, and hard thing liquid.”

In beautiful things St. Francis saw Beauty itself, and through His vestiges imprinted on creation he followed his Beloved everywhere, making from all things a ladder by which he could climb up and embrace Him who is utterly desirable.

Mary seeks for those who approach her devoutly and with reverence, for such she loves, nourishes, and adopts as her children.

Chastity without charity is a lamp without oil.

My son is a hip-hop producer.

God had one Son without sin, but He never had a son without trial.

There is only one door, one bridge, one ladder, between earth and heaven – the crucified Son of God.

I am the prodigal son every time I search for unconditional love where it cannot be found.

Wayne’s like my son, Brooklyn, who goes out in the garden to play and have fun.

How can my son not be straight after all I’ve said and done for him?

Every man is the son of his own works.

Good actions ennoble us, and we are the sons of our deeds.