“The world’s thy ship and not thy home.”

Miss no single opportunity of making some small sacrifice, here by a smiling look, there by a kindly word; always doing the smallest right and doing it all for love.

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

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.

My kids idea of a hard life is to live in a house with only one phone.

One tornado I lived through got the house.

My mother was the first singer I had contact with. She sang constantly to us around the house, in church.

Not all homes are meant to be lived in. Some are meant to be abandoned. Some burnt.

Me personally, I come from very, very humble beginnings – little, small town in Alabama, you know, staying at my granddaddy house. We really didn’t have nothing.

As long as I’m reading, I’m at home.

I could drive from the age of nine. My dad had his car pitch at home, and we used to drive the cars around the land, take them up to the tap, wash them, and reverse them back.

You can fool people. You can fool anybody anytime of the day, but you can’t fool yourself. At night, when you go home, you’ve got to be straight up with you.