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.
They say, "God told me", or "God replied to me". And yet most of the time they are talking to themselves.
Where there is no love, pour love in, and you will draw love out.
At the end of our life, we shall all be judged by charity.
The soul that walks in love neither tires others nor grows tired.