The world is perishing for lack of the knowledge of God and the Church is famishing for want of His Presence.

The heart of the world is breaking under this load of pride and pretense. There is no release from our burden apart from the meekness of Christ.

To have found God and still to pursue Him is the soul’s paradox of love.

God never hurries. There are no deadlines against which he must work. Only to know this is to quiet our spirits and relax our nerves.

We need never shout across the spaces to an absent God. He is nearer than our own soul, closer than our most secret thoughts

If I understand this correctly Christ taught here the alarming doctrine that the desire for honor among men made belief impossible.

Always, everywhere God is present, and always He seeks to discover Himself to each one

You can see God from anywhere if your mind is set to love and obey Him.

Let us practice the fine art of making every work a priestly ministration. Let us believe that God is in all our simple deeds and learn to find Him there.

As long as you set yourself up as a little god to which you must be loyal there will be those who will delight to offer affront to your idol.

What a broad world to roam in, what a sea to swim in is this God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Always keep dreaming. Follow those visions, listen to those whispers and pursue those dreams that keep trying to nudge you in the right direction. It is not impossible to achieve them.

Work hard, play hard, love hard. <3

There are more important things than being careful

How true is the saying that the very highest in rank are always the most simple and kindly. It is from you half-and-half sort of people that you get pomposity and vulgarity

It seems fine to revolt in front of all, but apologizing fro the same in a similar situation makes you feel smallIt is an irony! that's what I call..

Snow is like a wide sea. One could go out and be lost in it and forget the world, and oneself.

Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.

To a pure heart all hearts are pure.

My secrets are petty but humiliating.

Misery, anger, indignation, discomfort-those conditions produce literature. Contentment-never. So there you are.