Meditation on Jesus Christ crucified is a precious balm which sweetens all pains.

Let us throw ourselves into the ocean of His goodness, where every failing will be canceled and anxiety turned into love.

Entrust yourself entirely to God. He is a Father and a most loving Father at that, who would rather let heaven and earth collapse than abandon anyone who trusted in him.

The Cross is the way to Paradise, but only when it is borne willingly.

Place your hopes in the mercy of God and the merits of our Redeemer; say often, looking at the crucifix: There are centered all my hopes.

Be very careful to retain peace of heart, because Satan casts his lines in troubled waters.

Make great account of your precious trials, both interior and exterior; it is thus that the garden of Jesus is adorned with flowers, that is, with acts of virtue.

If you correspond to the designs of God, He will make a saint of you.

I tell you that victory consists in conquering self. That is the greatest enemy.

The Passion of Christ is the greatest and most stupendous work of Divine Love. The greatest and most overwhelming work of God's love.

As for me, I cannot understand how it is possible not to be always thinking of God.

It is better to understand little than to misunderstand a lot.

When you have a valid opinion around, it takes a lot of the pressure off.

We are thinking, willing, knowing, conscious centers of Life. We are surrounded by, immersed in, and there is flowing through us, a creative Something ... call It what you will.

Making stuff up is the worst thing a journalist can do. Plagiarizing is the second worst.

Look at what you could have won!

I've realized that with each novel I seem to set out a kind of puzzle for myself. And I am never sure in the process of writing a first draft how it's all going to turn out.

Identity theft is one of the fastest-growing crimes in the nation - especially in the suburbs.

To do anything truly worth doing, I must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in with gusto and scramble through as well as I can.

I only know one thing, and that is I know nothing

I sometimes feel fiction is the ideal preservation for real memories. Fiction is such a good place to keep things.