Speak, move, act in peace, as if you were in prayer. In truth, this is prayer.

How can you expect God to speak in that gentle and inward voice which melts the soul, when you are making so much noise with your rapid reflections? Be silent and God will speak again.

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 am not in the least surprised that your impression of death becomes more lively, in proportion as age and infirmity bring it nearer. God makes use of this rough trial to undeceive us in respect to our courage, to make us feel our weakness, and to keep us in all humility in His hands.

Even if no command to pray had existed, our very weakness would have suggested it.

The smallest things become great when God requires them of us; they are small only in themselves; they are always great when they are done for God.

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