The devil is afraid of us when we pray and make sacrifices. He is also afraid when we are humble and good. He is especially afraid when we love Jesus very much. He runs away when we make the Sign of the Cross.

Damned money! Alas! How many religious did it blind! How many cloistered religious did it deceive! Money is the 'droppings of birds' that blinded the eyes of Tobit.

The birds are the saints, who fly to heaven on the wings of contemplation, who are so removed from the world that they have no business on earth. They do not labour, but by contemplation alone they already live in heaven.

Christians must lean on the Cross of Christ just as travelers lean on a staff when they begin a long journey.

O name of Mary! Joy in the heart, honey in the mouth, melody to the ear of Her devout clients!

The saints are like the stars. In his providence Christ conceals them in a hidden place that they may not shine before others when they might wish to do so. Yet they are always ready to exchange the quiet of contemplation for the works of mercy as soon as they perceive in their heart the invitation of Christ.

We are formed by environment and grace, by politics and prayer, by church and conscience. All God's creatures conspire to teach us as well. We stumble. We stutter. We rise. We are lifted.

Actions speak louder than words let your words teach and your actions speak.

These symbolize (Proverbs 30:14) the greedy and usurers whose teeth are swords and knifes which they use to devour the poor and steal their megger possessions. All of them are children of this world who consider the children of light to be stupid and believe themselves to be the prudent ones. Their prudence is their death.

Charity is the soul of faith, makes it alive without love, faith dies.

Attribute to God every good that you have received. If you take credit for something that does not belong to you, you will be guilty of theft.

The spirit of humility is sweeter than honey, and those who nourish themselves with this honey produce sweet fruit.