He Who Complains, Sins.

It Is The Mark Of A Mean, Vulgar And Ignoble Spirit To Dwell On The Thought Of Food Before Meal Times Or Worse To Dwell On It Afterwards, To Discuss It And Wallow In The Remembered Pleasures Of Every Mouthful. Those Whose Minds Dwell Before Dinner On The Spit, And After On The Dishes, Are Fit Only To Be Scullions.

One Single Day Of Devotion Is Worth More Than A Thousand Years Of Worldly Life.

Do Not Complain Then Of Your Poverty, My Daughter, - We Only Complain Of That Which Is Unwelcome, And If Poverty Is Unwelcome To You, You Are No Longer Poor In Spirit.

It Is A Great Imperfection To Complain Unceasingly Of Little Things.

The Prayer Of The Sick Person Is His Patience And His Acceptance Of His Sickness For The Love Of Jesus Christ. Make Sickness Itself A Prayer, For There Is None More Powerful, Save Martyrdom!