O You who are mad about Your creature! true God and true Man, You have left Yourself wholly to us, as food, so that we will not fall through weariness during our pilgrimage in this life, but will be fortified by You, celestial nourishment

Out of darkness is born the light.

Love transforms one into what one loves.

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

Lord, take me from myself and give me to yourself.

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.

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