Love makes everything lovely; hate concentrates itself on the one thing hated.

He (God) loves what I shall be.

We have to do with God, to whom no one can look without the need of being good waking up in his heart; to think about God is to begin to be good.

For that great Love speaks in the most wretched and dirty hearts; only the tone of its voice depends on the echoes of the place in which it sounds.

The first thing in all progress is to leave something behind.

Do not measure God's mind by your own.

I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow.