“Make two homes for thyself, my daughter. One actual home and the other a spiritual home which thou are to carry with thee always.”

We trust and believe in what we love.

We’ve had enough of exhortations to be silent! Cry out with a hundred thousand tongues. I see that the world is rotten because of silence.

Nails were not enough to hold God-and-man nailed and fastened on the Cross, had not love held Him there.

It is only through shadows that one comes to know the light.

avarice breeds envy, a worm that is always gnawing, letting the avaricious enjoy neither their own nor anyone else’s good.

Since love for our Creator cannot be sustained unless we love others for God’s sake.

Lord, take me from myself and give me to yourself.

It is human to sin, but diabolic to persist in sin.

It is a human thing to sin, but perseverance in sin is a thing of the devil.

What father ever gave up his son to death for the sake of his slave!

There is no sin nor wrong that gives man such a foretaste of Hell in this life as anger and impatience.

He will provide the way and the means, such as you could never have imagined. Leave it all to Him, let go of yourself, lose yourself on the Cross, and you will find yourself entirely.

Perfection does not consist in macerating or killing the body, but in killing our perverse self-will.

It is impossible to fulfill the law concerning love for Me, God eternal, apart from the law concerning love for your neighbors.

Charity is the sweet and holy bond which links the soul with its Creator: it binds God with man and man with God.

The soul is in God and God in the soul, just as the fish is in the sea and the sea in the fish.

And in your city – you call me “home.”

A good laugh is sunshine in the house.

As a child I knew almost nothing, nothing beyond what I had picked up in my grandmother’s house. All children, I suppose, come into the world like that, not knowing who they are.

I say that home is where there is a chair and a glass.

Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.

When everyone at school is speaking one language, and a lot of your classmates’ parents also speak it, and you go home and see that your community is different -there is a sense of shame attached to that. It really takes growing up to treasure the specialness of being different.

All things considered, there are only two kinds of men in the world: those that stay at home and those that do not.

I wore black because I liked it. I still do, and wearing it still means something to me. It’s still my symbol of rebellion — against a stagnant status quo, against our hypocritical houses of God, against people whose minds are closed to others’ ideas.