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

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.

Prayer and sacrifice can touch souls better than words.

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.

Holiness consists simply in doing God’s will, and being just what God wants us to be.

A person is an individual substance of a rational nature.

Whoever recounts to you the faults of your neighbour will doubtless expose your defects to others.

When you oppose the shaykh, it’s like the slave who kills himself over a quarrel with his master. ‘Hey, why are you killing yourself over a quarrel?’ He says, ‘So my master will suffer loss.’

As one digs deeper into the national character of the Americans, one sees that they have sought the value of everything in this world only in the answer to this single question: how much money will it bring in?

What then remains, but well our power to use, And keep good-humor still whate’er we lose? And trust me, dear, good-humor can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail.

We shall never be clothed with the righteousness of Christ except we first know assuredly that we have no righteousness of our own.

Sometimes I am a different character in different languages. I have different enjoyment from them. Sometimes different answers come out of me. Like, I didnt even know that about me. I get to know myself through different languages, actually.

Act well your part, there all the honour lies.