“He who died in place of us is the one object of my quest. He who rose for our sakes is my one desire.”

Christianity is greatest when it is hated by the world.

I am the wheat of God, and am ground by the teeth of the wild beasts, that I may be found the pure bread of God.

Be obedient to the bishop and to one another, as Jesus Christ was in the flesh to the Father, and the apostles to Christ and to the Father and to the Spirit, so that there may be unity in flesh and in spirit.

Where the bishop is present, there is the Catholic Church.

Do everything as if He were dwelling in us. Thus we shall be His temples and He will be within us as our God – as He actually is.

I would rather die for Christ than rule the whole earth.

It is not that I want merely to be called a Christian, but actually to be one. Yes, if I prove to be one, then I can have the name.

Pray without ceasing on behalf of other men, For cannot he that falls rise again?

Therefore run together as into one temple of God, as to one altar, as to one Jesus Christ, who came forth from one Father, and is with and has gone to one.

Let not then any one deceive you, as indeed you are not deceived, inasmuch as you are wholly devoted to God.

Be careful, therefore, to take part only in the one Eucharist; for there is only one Flesh of our Lord Jesus Christ and one cup to unite us with His Blood.

Our task is not one of producing persuasive propaganda; Christianity shows its greatness when it is hated by the world.

For Faith is the beginning and the end is love, and God is the two of them brought into unity. After these comes whatever else makes up a Christian gentleman.

I would rather die and come to Jesus Christ than be king over the entire earth. Him I seek who died for us; Him I love who rose again because of us.

My dear Jesus, my Savior, is so deeply written in my heart, that I feel confident, that if my heart were to be cut open and chopped to pieces, the name of Jesus would be found written on every piece.

I no longer take pleasure in perishable food or in the delights of this world. I want only God’s bread, which is the Flesh of Jesus Christ, formed of the seed of David, and for drink I crave His Blood which is love that cannot perish.

I believe that when I die I shall rot, and nothing of my ego will survive.

The world is not better off without you so stay.

Your birth may be common, But death must be history.

She greets death with a curtsy.

Patriots always talk of dying for their country but never of killing for their country.

My flowers rot beneath my bed. I was too selfish to part with them. I hope their deaths don’t bring hexes. Did I say flowers? I meant my exes.

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.

Death is love, and love is death it is letting go even before your last breath.