Where love is, what can be wanting? Where it is not, what can possibly be profitable?

This awful catastrophe is not the end but the beginning. History does not end so. It is the way its chapters open.

There is no remedy so powerful against the heat of concupiscence as the remembrance of our Savior's Passion. In all my difficulties I never found anything so efficacious as the wounds of Christ: In them I sleep secure; from them I derive new life.

When I am completely united to You, there will be no more sorrow or trials; entirely full of You, my life will be complete.

Never judge a philosophy by its abuse.

We take for granted the slow miracle whereby water in the irrigation of a vineyard becomes wine. It is only when Christ turns water into wine, in a quick motion, as it were, that we stand amazed.

You called and shouted and burst my deafness. You flashed, shone, and scattered my blindness. You breathed odors, and I drew in breath and panted for You. I tasted, and I hunger and thirst. You touched me, and I burned for Your peace.