What a man takes in by contemplation, that he pours out in love.

Truly, it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is nearest of all to us.

The eye with which I see God is the same eye with which God sees me.

Nothing will be able to hinder us, if we desire and seek God alone, and take pleasure in nothing else.

Things are all made from nothing; hence their true source is nothing.

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.

God is not good, or else he could do better.