“Preach the Truth as if you had a million voices. It is silence that kills the world.”

Let us enter into the house of knowledge of ourselves.

Proclaim the truth and do not be silent through fear.

Every step of the way to heaven is heaven.

Lose yourself wholly; and the more you lose, the more you will find.

It is the nature of love to love as much as we feel we are loved and to love whatever the one we love loves.

And let the truth be your delight proclaim it, but with a certain congeniality.

Do not presume to choose your own way of serving instead of the one I have made for you.

How many are the pains of those who hunger for revenge! They gnaw away at themselves constantly, and they have killed themselves even before they kill their enemies.

We will be humble as we are obedient, and as obedient as we are humble.

Love transforms one into what one loves.

Don’t make it necessary for me to complain about you to Christ crucified. (There is no one else I can complain to, since there is no one greater than you on earth.

The Devil often places himself upon the tongues of creatures, causing them to chatter nonsensically.

You will do very well to refuse offices; for a man seldom fails to give offense in them. It ought to weary you simply to hear them mentioned.

You know Me in you, and from this knowledge you will derive all that is necessary.

Enrich your soul in the great goodness of God: The Father is your table, the Son is your food, and the Holy Spirit waits on you and then makes His dwelling in you.

Start being brave about everything. Drive out darkness and spread light. Don’ look at your weaknesses. Realize instead that in Christ crucified you can do everything.

Don’t make a film if it can’t be the film you want to make. It’s a joke, and a sick joke, and it’ll kill you.

Chivalry is dead. Women killed it.

You’ll live. Only the best get killed.

Never turn your back on fear. It should always be in front of you, like a thing that might have to be killed.

One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love – any love – reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.

To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.

Untrained warriors are soon killed on the battlefield; so also persons untrained in the art of preserving their inner peace are quickly riddled by the bullets of worry and restlessness in active life.

It didn’t kill me when you left still, something within me died.