At the end of our life, we shall all be judged by charity.

The virtuous soul that is alone and without a master is like a long lone burning coal; it will grow colder rather than hotter.

In the dark night of the soul, bright flows the river of God.

The soul that journey's to God, but doesn't shake off it's cares and quiet it's appetities, is like someone who drags a cart of dirt uphill.

All the powers of soul and body,memory, understanding, and will, interior and exterior senses, thedesires of spirit and of sense, all workin and by love.

He who interrupts the course of his spiritual exercises and prayer is like a man who allows a bird to escape from his hand; he can hardly catch it again.

If you lose an opportunity you will be like one who lets the bird fly away; you will never get it back.