“Prayer and sacrifice can touch souls better than words.”

I want to give myself totally to Him…I want to live no longer but for Him.

He has created the poor savage with no guide but natural law, and it is to their hearts that He deigns to stoop. They are His wild flowers whose homeliness delights Him.

My vocation, at last I have found it; my vocation is love.

Whose hands are God’s hands, but our hands?

For one pain endured with joy, we shall love the good God more forever.

Silence does good to the soul.

No harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus.

Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.

You know well that Our Lord does not look so much at the greatness of our actions, nor even at their difficulty, as at the love with which we do them.

Love needs to be proved by action.

The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

A heart given to God loses none of its natural tenderness; on the contrary, the more pure and divine it becomes, the more such tenderness increases.

Nobody is a good judge in his own cause!

God would never inspire me with desires which cannot be realized; so in spite of my littleness, I can hope to be a saint.

Frequently, only silence can express my prayer.

I say nothing to him I love him.

As a writer I’m merely a journalist who has learned to write better than others.

Investors operate with limited funds and intelligence, they do not need to know everything. As long as they understand something better than others, they have an edge.

He who is not getting better is getting worse.

But where was I to start? The world is so vast, I shall start with the country I knew best, my own. But my country is so very large. I had better start with my town. But my town, too, is large. I had best start with my street. No, my home. No, my family. Never mind, I shall start with myself.

Sometimes we need to get over ourselves and actually realize that sometimes, God has a better plan. God’s ways are higher than ours.

Once you figure out what respect tastes like, it tastes better than attention. But you have to get there.

Whiskey just naturally likes me but beer likes me better.

If God, like a father, denies us what we want now it is in order to give us some far better thing later on. The will of God, we can rest assured, is invariably a better thing.