How sweet, the presence of Jesus to the longing, harassed soul! It is instant peace, and balm to every wound.

The gate of heaven is very low only the humble can enter it.

We know certainly that our God calls us to a holy life. We know that he gives us every grace, every abundant grace and though we are so weak of ourselves, this grace is able to carry us through every obstacle and difficulty.

The first end I propose in our daily work is to do the will of God secondly, to do it in the manner he wills it and thirdly to do it because it is his will.

Faith lifts the soul, Hope supports it, Experience says it must and Love says...let it be!.

We must pray without ceasing, in every occurrence and employment of our lives - that prayer which is rather a habit of lifting up the heart to God as in a constant communication with Him.

Cheerfulness prepares a glorious mind for all the noblest acts.

The love of talk distracts all the powers of our soul from God, and fills them with earthly objects and impressions, like a vessel of water that cannot be settled while you are continualy stirring the earthly particles from the bottom.

God is everywhere, in the very air I breathe, yes everywhere, but in His Sacrament of the Altar He is as present actually and really as my soul within my body in His Sacrifice daily offered as really as once offered on the Cross

Disorder in the society is the result of disorder in the family.

If I had to advise parents, I should tell them to take great care about the people with whom their children associate . . . Much harm may result from bad company, and we are inclined by nature to follow what is worse than what is better.

I will go peaceably and firmly to the Catholic Church: for if Faith is so important to our salvation, I will seek it where true Faith first began, seek it among those who received it from God Himself.

Be attentive to the voice of grace.

Our Lord Himself, I saw alone in him, both in his and my part of this Venerable Sacrament. For, Oh, Amabilia! How awful those words of unloosing, after thirty years of bondage! I felt as if my chains fell, as those of Saint Peter at the touch of the divine messenger. My God, what new scenes for my soul!

The accidents of life separate us from our dearest friends, but let us not despair. God is like a looking glass in which souls see each other. The more we are united to Him by love, the nearer we are to those who belong to Him.

When so rich a harvest is before us, why do we not gather it? All is in our hands if we will but use it.