“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.”

We should not have a petty regard for God’s gifts, though we may and should despise our own imperfections.

If one fears men much he will never do anything great for God: all that one does for God arouses persecution.

Idleness is hells fishhook for catching souls.

Among the many signs of a lively faith and hope we have in eternal life, one of the surest is not being overly sad at the death of those whom we dearly love in our Lord.

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.

A person with imprecise ideas can understand little and be of less help to others.

To conquer himself is the greatest victory that man can gain.

Let your modesty be a sufficient incitement, yea, an exhortation to everyone to be at peace on their merely looking at you.

He who carries God in his heart bears Heaven with him wherever he goes.

Teach us to give and not to count the cost.

God will not be outdone in generosity.

Be generous to the poor orphans and those in need. The man to whom our Lord has been liberal ought not to be stingy. We shall one day find in Heaven as much rest and joy as we ourselves have dispensed in this life.

It is one thing to be eloquent and charming in profane speech, and another when the one speaking as a religious.

SPIRITUAL EXERCISES whereby to conquer oneself, and order one’s life, without being influenced in one’s decision by any inordinate affection.

He who has heard the Word of God can bear his silences.

Let me look at the foulness and ugliness of my body. Let me see myself as an ulcerous sore running with every horrible and disgusting poison.

If you were ever to cut my flesh open, i would bleed in broken dreams & love i failed to give. for all that i have not done consume me more than all of the things I’ve done.

I stretch in the morning a lot and I do a lot of saunas and steam rooms during fashion week just to keep my blood flowing.

History could pass for a scarlet text, its jot and title graven red in human blood.

We understood that politics is nothing but war without bloodshed and war is nothing but politics with bloodshed.

My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.

Sick and tired of riots and blood.

I was born by myself but carry the spirit and blood of my father, mother and my ancestors. So I am really never alone. My identity is through that line.

We saw the lightning and that was the guns and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped.