You, God, made yourself lowly and small to make us great!

And let the truth be your delight...Proclaim it..., but with a certain congeniality.

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

Let us enter into the house of knowledge of ourselves.

You are rewarded not according to your work or your time but according to the measure of your love.

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

Wherefore, as I have said to you, I, God, have become man, and man has become God by the union of My Divine Nature with your human nature. This greatness is given in general to all rational creatures, but, among these I have especially chosen My ministers for the sake of your salvation, so that, through them, the Blood of the humble and immaculate Lamb, My only-begotten Son, may be administered to you.