Every Evil Is A Sickness

If Everyone Would Take Only According To His Needs And Would Leave The Surplus To The Needy, No One Would Be Rich, No One Poor, No One In Misery.

In Truth, To Know Oneself Seems To Be The Hardest Of All Things. Not Only Our Eye, Which Observes External Objects, Does Not Use The Sense Of Sight Upon Itself, But Even Our Mind, Which Contemplates Intently Another's Sin, Is Slow In The Recognition Of Its Own Defects.

We Often Find Comfort In Telling What Is Painful In Actual Experience.

The Bread You Store Up Belongs To The Hungry; The Cloak That Lies In Your Chest Belongs To The Naked; The Gold You Have Hidden In The Ground Belongs To The Poor.

O Sinner, Be Not Discouraged, But Have Recourse To Mary In All You Necessities. Call Her To Your Assistance, For Such Is The Divine Will That She Should Help In Every Kind Of Necessity.