Pain Is Never Permanent.

It Is A Dangerous Thing To Be Satisfied With Ourselves.

There Are More Tears Shed Over Answered Prayers Than Over Unanswered Prayers.

How Is It That We Do Not Die Of Love In Seeing That God Himself Could Do No More Than Shed His Divine Blood For Us Drop By Drop? When As Man He Was Preparing For Death, He Made Himself Our Food In Order To Give Us Life. God Becomes Food, Bread For His Creatures. Is This Not Enough To Make Us Die Of Love?

We Need No Wings To Go In Search Of Him, But Have Only To Look Upon Him Present Within Us.

Love Turns Work Into Rest.