The prayer of the monk is not perfect until he no longer recognizes himself or the fact that he is praying.

O name of Mary! Joy in the heart, honey in the mouth, melody to the ear of Her devout clients!

The saints are like the stars. In his providence Christ conceals them in a hidden place that they may not shine before others when they might wish to do so. Yet they are always ready to exchange the quiet of contemplation for the works of mercy as soon as they perceive in their heart the invitation of Christ.

The spirit of humility is sweeter than honey, and those who nourish themselves with this honey produce sweet fruit.

He prays best who does not know that he is praying.

Actions speak louder than words; let your words teach and your actions speak.

Anyone, then, who desires to live chastely in Christ Jesus, must flee not only the mouse of lust, but even from its very scent.