Prayer is naught else but a yearning of soul ... it draws down the great God into the little heart; it drives the hungry soul up to the plenitude of God; it brings together these two lovers, God and the soul, in a wondrous place where they speak much of love.

God, give me by Your grace what You give to dogs by nature.

Those who would know much, and love little, will ever remain at but the beginning of a godly life.

From suffering I have learned this: that whoever is sore wounded by love will never be made whole unless she embraces the very same love which wounded her.

How should one live? Live Welcoming to all.

The day of my spiritual awakening was the day I saw and knew I saw all things in God and God in all things.

Lord, you are my lover, my longing, my flowing stream, my sun, and I am your reflection.