The Lord Delights In Every Little Step

We Can Never Attain To Perfection While We Have An Affection For Any Imperfection.

A Heart-memory Is Better Than A Mere Head-memory. Better To Carry Away A Little Of The Love Of Christ In Our Souls, Than If We Were Able To Repeat Every Word Of Every Sermon We Ever Heard.

When The Bee Has Gathered The Dew Of Heaven And The Earth's Sweetest Nectar From The Flowers, It Turns It Into Honey, Then Hastens To Its Hive. In The Same Way, The Priest, Having Taken From The Altar The Son Of God (who Is As The Dew From Heaven, And True Son Of Mary, Flower Of Our Humanity), Gives Him To You As Delicious Food.

One Single Act Done With Aridity Of Spirit Is Worth More Than Many Done With Feelings Of Devotion.

Obedience Is A Virtue Of So Excellent A Nature, That Our Lord Was Pleased To Mark Its Observance Upon The Whole Course Of His Life; Thus He Often Says, He Did Not Come To Do His Own Will, But That Of His Heavenly Father.