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

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.

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

Seek in reading and thou shalt find in meditation; knock in prayer and it shall be opened in contemplation.

God passes through the thicket of the world, and wherever His glance falls He turns all things to beauty.

Let all find COMPASSION in YOU.

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