We Are Always In The Presence Of

I Don't Know What Heavy Penance Could Have Come To Mind That Frequently I Would Not Have Gladly Undertaken Rather Than Recollect Myself In The Practice Of Prayer.

It Is The Nature Of Love To Work In A Thousand Different Ways.

No One Should Think Or Say Anything Of Another Which He Would Not Wish Thought Or Said Of Himself.

Let Nothing Disturb You, / Nothing Dismay You; / All Things Are Passing: / God Never Changes.

When The Soul, Through Its Own Fault... Becomes Rooted In A Pool Of Pitch-black, Evil Smelling Water, It Produces Nothing But Misery And Filth.