All Things Pass... Patience Attains All It

In A State Of Grace, The Soul Is Like A Well Of Limpid Water, From Which Flow Only Streams Of Clearest Crystal. Its Works Are Pleasing Both To God And Man, Rising From The River Of Life, Beside Which It Is Rooted Like A Tree.

Prayer Is An Act Of Love. Words Are Not Needed.

It Is A Great Folly To Be Willing To Violate The Friendship Of God, Rather Than The Law Of Human Friendship.

If You Seek To Carry No Other Crosses But Those Whose Reason You Understand, Perfection Is Not For You.

A Slight Failing In One Virtue Is Enough To Put All The Others To Sleep.