I know by myself how incomprehensible God is, seeing I cannot comprehend the parts of my own being.
Ingratitude is the soul's enemy... Ingratitude is a burning wind that dries up the source of love, the dew of mercy, the streams of grace.
Whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord's.
Prayer is a wine which makes glad the heart of man
From the best bliss that earth imparts, we turn unfilled to Thee again.
It is a fault, not a virtue, to wish your humility recognized and applauded.