As for me, I cannot understand how it is possible not to be always thinking of God.

Let us throw ourselves into the ocean of His goodness, where every failing will be canceled and anxiety turned into love.

Entrust yourself entirely to God. He is a Father and a most loving Father at that, who would rather let heaven and earth collapse than abandon anyone who trusted in him.

The Cross is the way to Paradise, but only when it is borne willingly.

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.

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.

If you correspond to the designs of God, He will make a saint of you.

Meditation on Jesus Christ crucified is a precious balm which sweetens all pains.

I tell you that victory consists in conquering self. That is the greatest enemy.

The Passion of Christ is the greatest and most stupendous work of Divine Love. The greatest and most overwhelming work of God's love.

My mom used to say that’s why we have memory. And the opposite of memory—hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can build off our pasts and make futures.

With no filter, he said, "I thought it would have been softer. It was kinda salty...

A teaspoon of honey is worth more to the bee than a barrel of gold.

I grew up in a very large family in a very small house. I never slept alone until after I was married.

I have often thought upon death, and I find it the least of all evils.

I'm politically inclined towards the left, but I don't like to be in anyone's gang; I'm a bit of a loose cannon.

I'm a happy, happy person. I laugh. I'm not angry. I'm only disgusted with a few people in the world that I have to see. But I'm not angry at all.

In speaking of Jesus, I must speak about Christianity because I do not think it possible or profitable to divide the two.

Beware of people whose halos are on too tight.

Posterity gives to every man his true honor. [Lat., Suum cuique decus posteritas rependet.]