A thousand years of enjoying human glory is not worth even an hour spent sweetly communing with Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament.
Fear not because God is with you.
Always humble yourself lovingly before God and man, because God speaks to those who are truly humble of heart, and enriches them with His gifts.
In the spiritual life, he who does not advance goes backwards.
Jesus himself wants my sufferings; He needs them for souls.
In all the events of life, you must recognize the Divine will. Adore and bless it, especially in the things which are the hardest for you.
Prayer is the best weapon we possess. It is the key that opens the heart of God.
May the Child Jesus be the star that guides you through the desert of your present life.
By the virtue of modesty the devout person governs all his exterior acts. With good reason, then, does St. Paul recommend this virtue to all and declare how necessary it is and as if this were not enough he considers that this virtue should be obvious to all.
Love is the first ingredient in the relief of suffering.
Some people are so foolish that they think they can go through life without the help of the Blessed Mother.
Why fly like a hen when you can soar like an eagle?
The Mother of Sorrows is my confidante, my teacher, my counselor, and my powerful advocate.
We must empty purgatory with our prayers.
In order to attract us, the Lord grants us many graces that we believe can easily obtain Heaven for us. We do not know, however, that in order to grow, we need hard bread: the cross, humiliation, trials and denials.
We must know how to confide. There is the fear of God and the fear of a Judas. Too much fear makes one labour without love, and too much confidence prevents from considering the danger which we must overcome.
The Rosary is THE weapon.
Let us bind ourselves tightly to the Sorrowful Heart of our Heavenly Mother and reflect on it’s boundless grief and how precious is our soul.
Always stay close to this Heavenly Mother, because she is the sea to be crossed to reach the shores of Eternal Splendour.
Do you not see the Madonna always beside the tabernacle?
I want to be only a poor friar who prays – if God sees blemishes even in the angels, can you imagine what He sees in me!