“Truth always ends by victory; it is not unassailable, but invincible.”

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.

One must wage war against his predominant passion and not retreat until, with God’s help, he has been victorious.

God inclines to shower His graces upon us, but our perverted will is a barrier to His generosity.

I don’t know if rock is dying. I wouldn’t want to say that, but the world does change. Nothing stays the same.

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.

You know, you don’t need to grow old to die. I was dying at the age of 20 as a result of no direction and no purpose.

Sin is the assassin of the soul.

After you die, you wear what you are.

I don’t want a lot of strangers looking down at my wrinkles and my big fat belly when I’m dead.

Our body is a vessel of corruption; it is meant for death and for the worms, nothing more! And yet we devote ourselves to satisfying it, rather than to enriching our soul, which is so great that we can conceive nothing greater – no, nothing, nothing!

The Enemy is overcome by the blessed Passion and Death of our Lord Jesus Christ.