“Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars; in the heavens, you have made them bright, precious and fair.”

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love.

Men lose all the material things they leave behind them in this world, but they carry with them the reward of their charity and the alms they give. For these, they will receive from the Lord the reward and recompense they deserve.

Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.

Holy wisdom confounds Satan and all his wickednesses.

Where there is injury let me sow pardon.

If you have men who will exclude any of God’s creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men.

We should never desire to be over others. Instead, we ought to be servants who are submissive to every human being for God’s sake.

I am the herald of the Great King.

The Father willed that his blessed and glorious Son, whom he gave to us and who was born for us, should through his own blood offer himself as a sacrificial victim on the altar of the cross. This was to be done not for himself through whom all things were made, but for our sins.

Holy charity confounds all diabolical and fleshly temptations and all fleshly fears.

Praised be You, my Lord, with all Your creatures, especially Sir Brother Sun, Who is the day through whom You give us light. And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendour; of You, Most High, he bears the likeness.

No one is to be called an enemy, all are your benefactors, and no one does you harm. You have no enemy except yourselves.

For it is in giving that we receive.

Pure, holy simplicity confounds all the wisdom of this world and the wisdom of the flesh.

Start by doing what’s necessary; then do what’s possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible.

Everyone claims they want the truth. Just not in all her bright entirety. We’d rather she visit in dim shades of light, that won’t hurt our eyes.

A star that shines the brightest is the one that had to explode the hardest. My love, you are a supernova.

Every freckle, mole, dimple, and scar, shine bright in my body’s constellation of stars.

It dawned on me with blinding brightness. I realized: I had jumped into another rare kind of stratosphere – one that only a handful of people in every generation are lucky enough to know.

Everyone wants to shine bright like a diamond, but no one wants to get cut.

Yes, you are like the sun so always shine bright.

Will someone else’s life be brighter tomorrow, because of what you have done today?

Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.