“Each of us has a soul, but we forget to value it. We don’t remember that we are creatures made in the image of God. We don’t understand the great secrets hidden inside of us.”

All times are dangerous times.

Truth suffers, but never dies.

Never do anything which you could not do in the sight of all.

Prayer is an act of love; words are not needed. Even if sickness distracts from thoughts, all that is needed is the will to love.

The saints rejoiced at injuries and persecutions, because in forgiving them they had something to present to God when they prayed to Him.

However softly we speak, God is near enough to hear us.

To want to become angels while we are still on earth is ridiculous.

Anyone who truly loves God travels securely.

May God protect me from gloomy saints.

Any real ecstasy is a sign you are moving in the right direction.

Union is as if in a room there were two large windows through which the light streamed in; it enters in different places but it all becomes one.

God is even kinder than you think.

Every part of the journey is of importance to the whole.

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

If you seek to carry no other crosses but those whose reason you understand, perfection is not for you.

I am afraid that if we begin to put our trust in human help, some of our Divine help will fail us.

Life cannot go on without much forgetting.

Never forget the morals instilled in you and what really matters in Life. Never let other voices of other people drown out your inner voice.

I’ll never forget one time a fan came up to me crying, and told me, ‘You really inspire me to be me. I feel OK to be myself now.’

You live and learn. Then you die and forget it all.

Love alone allows man to forget himself… it alone can still redeem even the darkest hours of the past since it alone finds the courage to believe in the mercy of the holy God.

We are responsible for our captivity to sin. In our foolishness, we forget God. However, God intervenes!

The dead are silent because they live, just as we chatter so loudly to try to make ourselves forget that we are dying. Their silence is really their call to me, the assurance of their immortal love for me.

You hypnotize yourself with memories that were meant to be forgotten, then wonder why destiny never favors you.