Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.
If I were not a Catholic, and were looking for the true Church in the world today, I would look for the one Church which did not get along well with the world; in other words, I would look for the Church which the world hated.
Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?
It is not particularly difficult to find thousands who will spend two or three hours a day in exercising, but if you ask them to bend their knees to God in five minutes of prayer they protest that it is too long.
The only time laughter is wicked is when it is turned against Him Who gave it.
Love was meant to be also a sign, a symbol, a messenger, a telltale of the Divine. Love is a messenger from God saying that every human affection and every ecstasy of love are sparks from the great flame of love that is God.
You must remember to love people and use things, rather than to love things and use people.
Life is like a cash register, in that every account, every thought, every deed, like every sale, is registered and recorded.
We become like that which we love. If we love what is base, we become base; but if we love what is noble, we become noble.
If we wish to have the light, we must keep the sun; if we wish to keep our forests we must keep our trees; if we wish to keep our perfumes, we must keep our flowers- and if we wish to keep our rights, then we must keep our God.
It’s impossible to lose your footing when you’re on your knees.
It was to a virgin woman that the birth of the Son of God was announced. It was to a fallen woman that his resurrection was announced.
The Christmas gift of peace was the uncoiling of the links of a triple chain that first unites a person with God, then with himself, then with his neighbor.
There is no word more “dangerous” than liberalism, because to oppose it is the new “unforgivable sin.”
Every man rejoices twice when he has a partner in his joy. He who shares tears with us wipes them away. He divides them in two, and he who laughs with us makes the joy double.
Far better it is for you to say: “I am a sinner,” than to say: “I have no need of religion.” The empty can be filled, but the self-intoxicated have no room for God.
Most of us do not like to look inside ourselves for the same reason we don’t like to open a letter that has bad news.
Baloney is flattery laid on so thick it cannot be true, and blarney is flattery so thin we love it.
Never measure your generosity by what you give, but rather by what you have left.
Each of us makes his own weather, determines the color of the skies in the emotional universe which he inhabits.