God is so good that He only awaits our desire to overwhelm us with the gift of himself.

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

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?

In the light of eternity we shall see that what we desired would have been fatal to us, and that what we would have avoided was essential to our well-being.

This poor world, the object of so much insane attachment, we are about to leave; it is but misery, vanity, and folly; a phantom--the very fashion of which "passeth away.

Little opportunities should be improved.

Nothing is so costly as the pursuit of a cure for imaginary ills.