Love consists not in feeling great things but in having great detachment and in suffering for the Beloved.

Desolation is a file, and the endurance of darkness is preparation for great light.

The soul of one who serves God always swims in joy, always keeps holiday, is always in her palace of jubilation, ever singing with fresh ardor and fresh pleasure a new song of joy and love.

Silence is God's first language.

The centre of the soul is God; and, when the soul has attained to Him according to the whole capacity of its being, which is the strength and virtue of the soul, it will have reached the last and the deep centre of the soul, which will be when with all its powers it loves and understands and enjoys God.

The eternal tide flows hid in Living Bread. That with its Heavenly Life too be fed.

Yearning: It needs to hurt in order to be worthy of the word. Otherwise it is just wanting.