In times of desolation, God conceals Himself from us so that we can discover for ourselves what we are without Him.
Hide nothing from your confessor... a sick man can be cured only by revealing his wounds.
This morning my soul is greater than the world since it possesses You, You whom heaven and earth do not contain
Don't ask me to give in to this body of mine. I can't afford it. Between me and my body there must be a struggle until death.
My daughter, I see more Pharisees among Christians than there were around Pilate.
