All Times Are Dangerous Times.

There Seem To Me A Great Many Blessings Which Come From True Poverty And I Should Be Sorry To Be Deprived Of Them.

I Would Never Want Any Prayer That Would Not Make The Virtues Grow Within Me.

Ah, How True It Is That We Love Ourselves Too Much And Proceed With Too Much Human Prudence, That We May Not Lose An Atom Of Our Consideration! Oh, What A Great Mistake That Is! The Saints Did Not Act Thus.

I Only Wish I Could Write With Both Hands, So As Not To Forget One Thing While I Am Saying Another.

Those Who In Fact Risk All For God Will Find That They Have Both Lost All And Gained All.