That infinite and indescribable good which is there above races as swiftly to love as a ray of light to a bright body.It gives of itself according to the ardor it finds, so that as charity spreads farther the eternal good increases upon it,and the more souls there are who love, up there, the more there are to love well, and the more love they reflect to each other, as in a mirror.

I am made of God, through his Grace. Such that your misery touches me not, Nor does flame of that burning assail me.

Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.

Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.

Do not be afraid; our fate Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.

Often a retrospect delights the mind.

They yearn for what they fear for.