We were enclosed, O eternal Father, within the garden of your breast. You drew us out of your holy mind like a flower petaled with our soul's three powers and into each power you put the whole plant, so that they might bear fruit in your garden, might come back to you with the fruit you gave them. And you would come back to the soul, to fill her with your blessedness. There the soul dwells like the fish in the sea and the sea in the fish.

The strongest and purest love is not the one that starts from impressions, but the one that comes from admiration.

Ponder the fact that God has made you a gardener, to root out vice and plant virtue.

Don't make it necessary for me to complain about you to Christ crucified. (There is no one else I can complain to, since there is no one greater than you on earth.

Merit consists in the virtue of love alone, flavored with the light of true discretion without which the soul is worth nothing.

The soul is in God and God in the soul, just as the fish is in the sea and the sea in the fish.

Do not presume to choose your own way of serving instead of the one I have made for you.