When an apprentice gets hurt, or complains of being tired, the workmen and peasants have this fine expression: "It is the trade entering his body." Each time that we have some pain to go through, we can say to ourselves quite truly that it is the universe, the order and beauty of the world, and the obedience of God that are entering our body.

We should do only those righteous actions which we cannot stop ourselves from doing.

[We are not] to take one step, even in the direction of what is good, beyond that to which we are irresistibly impelled by God, and this applies to action, word, and thought.

In reality nothing is so beautiful as the good, nothing is so monotonous and boring as evil.

Love is not consolation, it is light.

The entire universe is nothing but a great metaphor.

Religion as a source of consolation is an obstacle to true faith.