If we may credit certain hints contained in the lives of the saints, love raises the spirit above the sphere of reverence and worship into one of laughter and dalliance: a sphere in which the soul says: 'Shall I, a gnat which dances in Thy ray, Dare to be reverent?'

All reasoning ends in an appeal to self-evidence.

Uncommon things must be said in common words.

Let me love Thee so that the honour, riches, and pleasures of the world may seem unworthy even of hatred - may not even be encumbrances.

Uncommon things must be said in common words, if you would have them to be received in less than a century.

A saint is a person who does almost everything any other decent person does, only somewhat better and with a totally different motive.

The more wild and incredible your desire, the more willing and prompt God is in fulfilling it, if you will have it so.