Poor human reason, when it trusts in itself, substitutes the strangest absurdities for the highest divine concepts.
I know my own soul, how feeble and puny it is: I know the magnitude of this ministry, and the great difficulty of the work; for more stormy billows vex the soul of the priest than the gales which disturb the sea.
Nothing is more fallacious than wealth. It is a hostile comrade, a domestic enemy.
And all men are ready to pass judgement on the priest as if he was not a being clothed with flesh, or one who inherited a human nature.
Slander is worse than cannibalism.
The highest point of philosophy is to be both wise and simple; this is the angelic life.
