The soul at its highest is found like God, but an angel gives a closer idea of Him. That is all an angel is: an idea of God.

Nature's intent is neither food, nor drink, nor clothing, nor comfort, nor anything else in which God is left out. Whether you like it or not, whether you know it or not, secretly nature seeks, hunts, tries to ferret out the track on which God may be found.

And so, too, I speak of love: he who is held by it is held by the strongest of bonds, and yet the stress is pleasant. Moreover, he can sweetly bear all that happens to him. When one has found this bond, he looks for no other.

I have a capacity in my soul for taking in God entirely. I am as sure as I live that nothing is so near to me as God.

The love by which we love God is the very same love with which God has first loved us.

The very best and noblest attainment in this life is to be silent and let God work and speak within. Therefore it is said: 'In the midst of silence the secret word was spoken to me'.

Love is as strong as death, as hard as Hell. Death separates the soul from the body, but love separates all things from the soul.