“God our Lord would have us look to the Giver and love Him more than His gift, keeping Him always before our eyes, in our hearts, and in our thoughts.”

He who is not getting better is getting worse.

May it please Christ our Lord to grant us true humility and abnegation of will and judgment, so that we may deserve to begin to be His disciples.

Concerning the harsh treatment of the body for our Lord’s sake, I would say, avoid anything that would cause the shedding even of a drop of blood.

The servant of God earns half a doctorate through illness.

May God our Lord never let me harm anyone when I cannot help him!

He who is devout to the Virgin Mother will certainly never be lost.

Occupy yourself in beholding and bewailing your own imperfections rather than contemplating the imperfections of others.

If, one day, I should offend God in any way, or grow remiss, though ever so little, in that which concerns His holy service and glory, I solemnly implore Him, rather let me die.

Whatever you are doing, that which makes you feel the most alive…that is where God is.

The principal end both of my father and of myself in the conquest of India has been the propagation of the holy Catholic faith.

So with that will prompt and prepared to serve all those whom I perceive to be servants of my Lord, I will speak of three things with simplicity and love as if I were speaking to my own soul.

True, I am in love with suffering, but I do not know if I deserve the honor.

Love ought to show itself in deeds more than in words.

Receive, Lord, all my liberty, my memory, my understanding and my whole will.

For those who believe, no proof is necessary. For those who disbelieve, no amount of proof is sufficient.

It is not hard to obey when we love the one whom we obey.

The eye altering, alters all.

Men trust their ears less than their eyes.

I have eyes like a bullfrog, a neck like an ostrich and long, limp hair. You just have to be good to survive with that equipment.

There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man’s spice-box seasons his own food.

I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

It is only when I dally with what I am about, look back and aside, instead of keeping my eyes straight forward, that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.

And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.