Temptations are a file which rub off much of the rust of our self-confidence.

Worry is the cross which we make for ourselves by over anxiety.

There is no true and constant gentleness without humility. While we are so fond of ourselves, we are easily offended with others. Let us be persuaded that nothing is due to us, and then nothing will disturb us. Let us often think of our own infirmities, and we will become indulgent towards those of others.

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?

I believe that we are conforming to the divine order and the will of Providence when we are doing even indifferent things that belong to our condition.

Nothing will make us so charitable and tender to the faults of others, as, by self-examination, thoroughly to know our own.

It is better to die than to tell a lie