“Woe to those who die in mortal sin!”

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.

If a superior give any order to one who is under him which is against that man’s conscience, although he do not obey it yet he shall not be dismissed.

We must not be wise and prudent according to the flesh. Rather, we must be simple, humble and pure.

It is not fitting, when one is in God’s service, to have a gloomy face or a chilling look.

If God can work through me, he can work through anyone.

I stare at the moon for that undying confidence to shine alone.

When we die plant us close so life grows from our love still. Even in death my chest will bloom for you.

Death is a stripping away of all that is not you. The secret of life is to “die before you die” and find that there is no death.

When my body dies one day or the next, I drift away from it, merge with the air, and with a divine timing I travel back into another human form and continue to discover the life I am.

The memories won’t die but I will.

I do not fear death. But I do, a deathbed regret. Life is a blink of an eye. One day forever closed, lest you forget.

To be struck with a force you cannot match if not death it must be love.

The death of imagination is the end of all possibility.