O abyss! O eternal Godhead! O deep sea! What more could you have given me than the gift of your very self?

Eternal Trinity... mystery deep as the sea, You could give me no greater gift than the gift of Yourself. For You are a fire ever burning and never consumed, which itself consumes all the selfish love that fills my being.

... people become like what they love.

Father, I am hungry; for the love of God give this soul her food, her Lord in the Eucharist

He has never left you.It is justthat your soul is so vastthat just likethe earth in its innocence,it may think,"I do not feel my lover's warmthagainst my face rightnow."But look, dear,is not the sun reaching down its armsand always holding a continentin its light?God cannot leave us.It is just that our soul is so vast,we do not always feel His lipsupon theveil.

To a brave man, good and bad luck are like his left and right hand. He uses both.

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