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

The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us – that is all He asks.

The world’s thy ship and not thy home.

Perfect love means putting up with other peoples shortcomings, feeling no surprise at their weaknesses, finding encouragement even in the slightest evidence of good qualities in them.

I prefer the monotony of obscure sacrifice to all ecstasies. To pick up a pin for love can convert a soul.

Let us love, since our heart is made for nothing else.

When one loves, one does not calculate.

Our Lord needs from us neither great deeds nor profound thoughts. Neither intelligence nor talents. He cherishes simplicity.

It is love alone that counts.

What offends Him and what wounds His Heart is the lack of confidence…Your heart is made to love Jesus, to love Him passionately…We have only the short moments of our life to love Jesus!

I know now that true charity consists in bearing all our neighbors’defects–not being surprised at their weakness, but edified at their smallest virtues.

I am very far from practicing what I understand.

If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

Sufferings gladly borne for others convert more people than sermons.

When we yield to discouragement it is usually because we give too much thought to the past and to the future.

Look at His adorable face. Look at His glazed and sunken eyes. Look at His wounds. Look Jesus in the Face. There, you will see how He loves us.

You cannot be half a saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all.

Only God can judge me.

I was raised to believe that God has a plan for everyone and that seemingly random twists of fate are all a part of His plan.

Having faith means keeping your heart turned to God, to His love, to His Fatherly tenderness, amid the storm.

Within the covers of the Bible are the answers for all the problems men face.

I believe in the religion of Islam. I believe in Allah and peace.

I was taught that Jesus the Son of God was a white man, and hearing black people singing, ‘Lord, wash me, and I will be whiter than snow,’ made me sick.

If we ever forget that we are One Nation Under God, then we will be a nation gone under.

If we cling to belief in God, we cannot likewise have faith, since faith is not clinging but letting go.