Ponder the fact that God has made you a gardener, to root out vice and plant virtue.

When it seems that God shows us the faults of others, keep on the safer side-it may be that your judgment is false. On your lips let silence abide. And any vice that you may ascribe to others, ascribe at once to them and yourself, in true humility. If that vice really exists in a person, he will correct himself better, seeing himself so gently understood, and will say of his own accord the thing that you would have said to him.

O unfathomable depth! O Deity eternal! O deep ocean! What more could You give me than to give me Yourself?

To a brave man, good and bad luck are like his left and right hand. He uses both.

There is no perfect virtue-none that bears fruit- unless it is exercised by means of our neighbor.

Eternal Trinity... mystery deep as the sea, You could give me no greater gift than the gift of Yourself. For You are a fire ever burning and never consumed, which itself consumes all the selfish love that fills my being.