I am more weary of life, I think, than ever I was.

I cared not where or how I lived, or what hardships I went through, so I could but gain souls to Christ

My soul often mourned of more time and opportunity to be alone with God

The whole world appears to me like a huge vacuum, a vast empty space, whence nothing desirable, or at least satisfactory, can possibly be derived; and I long daily to die more and more to it; even though I obtain not that comfort from spiritual things which I earnestly desire.

I longed to be a flame of fire continually glowing in the divine service and building up of Christ's kingdom to my last and dying breath.

I have received my all from God. Oh, that I could return my all to God.

It is sweet to be nothing and less than nothing that Christ may be all in all.