“Be kind to all and severe to thyself.”

God deliver me from people who are so spiritual that they want to turn everything into perfect contemplation, come what may.

True perfection consists in the love of God and our neighbour, and the better we keep both these commandments, the more perfect we shall be.

The feeling remains that God is on the journey, too.

Christ moves along the pots and pans.

For pity’s sake, don’t start meeting troubles halfway.

He who has God finds he is lacking nothing.

Much more is accomplished by a single word of the Our Father said, now and then, from our heart, than by the whole prayer repeated many times in haste and without attention.

It is true that we cannot be free from sin, but at least let our sins not always be the same.

Out of suffering comes the serious mind; out of salvation, the grateful heart; out of endurance, fortitude; out of deliverance faith. Patient endurance attends to all things.

You pay God a compliment by asking great things of Him.

Do you know when people really become spiritual? It is when they become the slaves of God and are branded with His sign, which is the sign of the Cross, in token that they have given Him their freedom.

From heaven even the most miserable life will look like one bad night at an inconvenient hotel.

Let us live in such a way as not to be afraid to die.

The closer one approaches to God, the simpler one becomes.

Love makes labour light. Love alone gives value to all things.

Our body has this defect that, the more it is provided care and comforts, the more needs and desires it finds.

What I might feel like is hard work, another person is dying to do.

My story is going to be completely different than someone else’s story in terms of hard work.

I still love to walk on stage and make people laugh, and I work very, very hard at it, and I take it seriously.

The Republican Party has become overwhelmingly so extreme that it’s hardly a traditional political party anymore.

And I told him, if I am so hard to love, then let me run wild.

I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.

I can’t believe how hard it is. The pain is indescribable. It’s like I’ve been turned into sandstone and my insides are being slowly hollowed out by a chisel and mallet.

I know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.