O fire of love! Was it not enough for You to have created us to Your image and likeness, and to have recreated us in grace through the Blood of Your Son, without giving Yourself wholly to us as our Food, O God, Divine Essence? What impelled You to do this? Your charity alone.

Make two homes for thyself, my daughter. One actual home . . . and the other a spiritual home which thou are to carry with thee always.

Every evil, harm and suffering in this life comes from the love of riches.

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.

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

Charity is the sweet and holy bond which links the soul with its Creator: it binds God with man and man with God.

You will do very well to refuse offices; for a man seldom fails to give offense in them. It ought to weary you simply to hear them mentioned.