Charity is a cold grey loveless thing. If a rich man wants to help the poor, he should pay his taxes gladly, not dole out money at a whim.
Make a bouquet of the sufferings of Jesus and carry it in the bosom of his soul.
He who does not mortify his palate will neither know how to mortify his flesh.
Be as eager to break your own will as the thirsty stag is to drink of the refreshing waters.
Avoid failing, not only against purity, but even against the least rules of an exact modesty.
If any dust of imperfection cling to your heart, be not troubled, but consume it immediately in the fire of divine love, and, sorrowfully asking forgiveness, continue to live in peace.
As for me, I cannot understand how it is possible not to be always thinking of God.
Make great account of your precious trials, both interior and exterior; it is thus that the garden of Jesus is adorned with flowers, that is, with acts of virtue.
When you feel the assaults of passion and anger, then is the time to be silent as Jesus was silent in the midst of His ignominies and sufferings.
Meditation on Jesus Christ crucified is a precious balm which sweetens all pains.
If you correspond to the designs of God, He will make a saint of you.
I tell you that victory consists in conquering self. That is the greatest enemy.
Place your hopes in the mercy of God and the merits of our Redeemer; say often, looking at the crucifix: There are centered all my hopes.
Be very careful to retain peace of heart, because Satan casts his lines in troubled waters.
The Cross is the way to Paradise, but only when it is borne willingly.
If it works, it's out of date.
I'm not sure whether it is me changing my mind, or whether I lie a lot.
The minute you know you're on safe ground, you're dead.