“Our Guardian Angels are our most faithful friends, because they are with us day and night, always and everywhere. We ought often to invoke them.”

Understand this clearly: if you know how to give, you must know how to pay back. . .

How sweet it is to die if one has lived on the Cross!

To serve the Queen of Heaven is already to reign there, and to live under her commands is more than to govern.

The virtue of obedience makes the will supple… It inspires the courage with which to fulfill the most difficult tasks.

If people would do for God what they do for the world, what a great number of Christians would go to Heaven.

We ought to ask the Blessed Virgin, the angels, and the saints to pray for us that we may receive the good God as worthily as it is possible for us to receive him.

If you invoke the Blessed Virgin when you are tempted, she will come at once to your help, and Satan will leave you.

There is nothing so great as the Eucharist. If God had something more precious, He would have given it to us.

The Lord is more anxious to forgive our sins than a woman is to carry her baby out of a burning building.

The first thing about the angels that we ought to imitate, is their consciousness of the Presence of God.

Sin is the assassin of the soul.

The Devil writes down our sins – our Guardian Angel all our merits. Labor that the Guardian Angel’s book may be full, and the Devil’s empty.

When we have been to Holy Communion, the balm of love envelops the soul as the flower envelops the bee.

I thought a time would come when people would rout me out of Ars with sticks, when the Bishop would suspend me, and I should end my days in prison. I see, however, that I am not worthy of such a grace.

Have you been working on Sunday? Have you been buying or selling without necessity in the course of this holy day? Give to the poor some alms which will exceed the profit you have made.

Humility is like a pair of scales: the lower one side falls, the higher rises the other. Let us humble ourselves like the Blessed Virgin and we shall be exalted.

Angels are winged with God’s power.

I auditioned for the role of an angel in the Nativity play at school. I didn’t get it. I auditioned for Mary; didn’t get it. So I made up the character of the sheep who sat next to Baby Jesus.

Death is a mighty mediator. There all the flames of rage are extinguished, hatred is appeased, and angelic pity, like a weeping sister, bends with gentle and close embrace over the funeral urn.

I’m just looking for an angel with a broken wing.

I’m still searching for an angel with a broken wing. It’s not very easy to find them these days.

Let’s just say I’m like a ship passing through storms, resting in ports now and then until it’s time to continue the journey. I once told a friend, `I’m just looking for an angel with a broken wing – one that couldn’t fly away.’

Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.

Its fun for me to go on other folks talk shows. When youve endured the ups and downs and tensions and pitfalls of hosting, being a guest is a piece of angel food.