Inordinate love for the flesh is cruelty, because under the appearance of pleasing the body, we kill the soul.
The more I contemplate God, the more God looks on me. The more I pray to him, the more he thinks of me too.
Jesus to me is honey in the mouth, music in the ear, a song in the heart.
From the best bliss that earth imparts, we turn unfilled to Thee again.
He rightly reads scripture who turns words into deeds.
Have death always before your eyes as a salutary means of returning to God.