May the power of your love, Lord Christ, fiery and sweet as honey, so absorb our hearts as to withdraw them from all that is under heaven. Grant that we may be ready to die for love of your love, as you died for love of our love.

Grant me the treasure of sublime poverty.

Dear God, please reveal to us your sublime beauty, that is everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, so that we will never again feel frightened.

Grant me the treasure of sublime poverty: permit the distinctive sign of our order to be that it does not possess anything of its own beneath the sun, for the glory of your name, and that it have no other patrimony than begging.

When I think of the happiness that is in store for me, every sorrow, every pain becomes dear to me.

The deeds you do may be the only sermon some persons will hear today.

All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle.