Grant Me The Treasure Of Sublime Poverty.

By The Anxieties And Worries Of This Life Satan Tries To Dull Man's Heart And Make A Dwelling For Himself There.

There Is Absolutely No Man In The Whole World Who Can Possess One Among You Unless He First Die.

The Journey Is Essential To The Dream.

What Does The Poor Man Do At The Rich Man's Door, The Sick Man In The Presence Of His Physician, The Thirsty Man At A Limpid Stream? What They Do, I Do Before The Eucharistic God. I Pray. I Adore. I Love.

Blessed Is The Servant Who Loves His Brother As Much When He Is Sick And Useless As When He Is Well And An Be Of Service To Him. And Blessed Is He Who Loves His Brother As Well When He Is Afar Off As When He Is By His Side, And Who Would Say Nothing Behind His Back He Might Not, In Love, Say Before His Face.