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.

Oh, how precious is time, and how it pains me to see it slide away, while I do so little to any good purpose.

I love to live on the brink of eternity.

Oh! one hour with God infinitely exceeds all the pleasures and delights of this lower world.

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

Give yourself to prayer, to reading and meditation on divine truths: strive to penetrate to the bottom of them and never be content with a superficial knowledge.

Oh, how precious is time! And how guilty it makes me feel when I think I have trifled away and misimproved it, or neglected to fill up each part of it with duty to the utmost of my ability and capacity