We trust and believe in what we love.

O unfathomable depth! O Deity eternal! O deep ocean! What more could You give me than to give me Yourself?

No one should judge that he has greater perfection because he performs great penances and gives himself in excess to the staying of the body than he who does less, inasmuch as neither virtue nor merit consists therein; for otherwise he would be an evil case, who for some legitimate reason was unable to do actual penance. Merit consists in the virtue of love alone, flavored with the light of true discretion without which the soul is worth nothing.

Perfection does not consist in macerating or killing the body, but in killing our perverse self-will.

From self-knowledge flows the stream of humility, which never seizes on mere report, nor takes offense at anything, but bears every insult, every loss of consolation, and every sorry, from whatever direction they may come, patiently, with joy.

Lose yourself wholly; and the more you lose, the more you will find.

Obedient people never trust in themselves.