Oh! how seldom the soul is silent, in order that God may speak.

There are some people who think that they should be always mourning, that they should put a continual constraint upon themselves, and feel a disgust for those amusements to which they are obliged to submit. For my own part, I confess that I know not how to conform myself to these rigid notions. I prefer something more simple, which I also think would be more pleasing to God.

A general rule for the good use of time is to accustom oneself to live in a continual dependence on the Spirit of God.

Do not make best friends with a melancholy sad soul. They always are heavily loaded, and you must bear half.

Frequently a big advantage can be gained by knowing how to give in at the right moment.

God felt, God tasted and enjoyed is indeed God, but God with those gifts which flatter the soul, God in darkness, in privation, in forsakenness, in sensibility, is so much God, that he is so to speak God bare and alone. Shall we fear this death, which is to produce in us the true divine life of grace?

The best use one can make of his mind is to distrust it.