“Even while living in the world, the heart of Mary was so filled with motherly tenderness and compassion for men that no-one ever suffered so much for their own pains, as Mary suffered for the pains of her children.”

They talk like angels but they live like men.

Music to me is a voice, my voice, it’s my way of expressing what colours can I bring in, what emotions, what feel. What ideas can I bring out from these instruments that would make this song come alive.

Love is not to be purchased, and affection has no price.

Always be doing something worthwhile; then the devil will always find you busy.

The most base of men can be civilized through suffering.

The enemy of reflection is the breakneck pace – the thousand pictures.

He is rich enough who does not want bread.

It is our part to seek, His to grant what we ask; ours to make a beginning, His to bring it to completion; ours to offer what we can, His to finish what we cannot.

No one loves to tell of scandal except to him who loves to hear it. Learn, then, to rebuke and check the detracting tongue by showing that you do not listen to it with pleasure.

Let us learn upon earth those things which can call us to heaven.

Endeavor to have always in your hand a pious book, that with this shield you may defend yourself against bad thoughts.

Vanity is truly the motive power that moves humanity, and it is flattery that greases the wheels.

The charges we bring against others often come home to ourselves; we inveigh against faults which are as much ours as theirs; and so our eloquence ends by telling against ourselves.

Make knowledge of the Scripture your love. Live with them, meditate on them, make them the sole object of your knowledge and inquiries.

The scars of others should teach us caution.

It is no fault of Christianity that a hypocrite falls into sin.