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

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.

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.

Desire to see God, be fearful of losing Him, and find joy in everything that can lead to Him. If you act in this way, you will always live in great peace.

Jump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.

Messed up people even see the beauty in all the shitty places.

Make yourself familiar with the angels and behold them frequently in spirit; for without being seen, they are present with you.

Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?

Maybe I’ll do something that the world will see, but I think its enough to know my father see’s me.

Really see me. Then I remember who I am, and that no one wants to see the parts of me I try so hard to hide. It’s a plain fact, not something I pity.

And you can’t outrun something you can’t see.