Chastity is the unblemished beauty of the Saints, which, like the
rose, adorns the soul and body, and fills them with sweet and pleasing
fragrance.--_St. Ephrem._
A slight breath of wind suffices to make the flowers fall from the
trees in spring; and sometimes one flattering word, of itself, is
enough to ruin a chaste soul, which is infinitely more delicate and
tender than any flower.--_Nouet._
As the bee gathers from flowers the dew of heaven and the sweetest
juice of the earth, forming it into honey and carrying it to its hive,
so the Priest takes from the altar our Blessed Saviour (the true Son
of God, Who descended like dew from heaven, and came forth from the
Virgin Mary as a flower from the earth of our humanity), and places
Him in your mouth, and He becomes to you a delicious and spiritual
food.--_St. Francis of Sales._