Fight to escape from your own cleverness. If you do, then you will find salvation and uprightness through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Do not be surprised that you fall every day; do not give up, but stand your ground courageously. And assuredly, the angel who guards you will honour your patience.

Humility is the only virtue that no devil can imitate. If pride made demons out of angels, there is no doubt that humility could make angels out of demons.

An angel fell from Heaven without any other passion except pride, and so we may ask whether it is possible to ascend to Heaven by humility alone, without any other of the virtues.

Humility is constant forgetfulness of one's achievements.

Repentance lifts a man up. Mourning knocks at heaven's gate. Holy humility opens it.

Obedience is the burial of the will and the resurrection of humility.

The lover of silence draws close to God. He talks to Him in secret and God enlightens him.

When a man has found the Lord, he no longer has to use words when he is praying, for the Spirit Himself will intercede for him with groans that cannot be uttered.

A servant of the Lord stands bodily before men, but mentally he is knocking at the gates of heaven with prayer.

Confession is like a bridle that keeps the soul which reflects on it from committing sin, but anything left unconfessed we continue to do without fear as if in the dark.

I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.

I was born unworthy. - X-10

You want to be a writer, don't know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.

I love the way a list makes a big hodgepodge of things simmer down and behave.

The only marketers who know what the hell they're doing are those who have worked in sales

In praise there is more obtrusiveness than in blame.

Ordinary life goes on--that has saved many a man's reason.

Electoral contests have nothing but polls, which is why people have grown so obsessed with them; we're desperate for an objective rendering of what is happening and what may happen.

Whatever appeals to the imagination, by transcending the ordinary limits of human ability, wonderfully encourages and liberates us.

Sprigs of plum by the corner of the wall Are blooming alone in the cold; If not for the subtle fragrance drifting over Who could tell this from snow on the boughs.