The important thing is not to think much but to love much; do, then, whatever most arouses you to love.

If you seek to carry no other crosses but those whose reason you understand, perfection is not for you.

Lord, how you afflict your lovers! But everything is small in comparison to what you give them afterwards.

Pain is never permanent.

What value is there in faith without works? And what are they worth if they are not united to the merits of Jesus Christ, our only good?

My good works, however wretched and imperfect, have been made better and perfected by Him Who is my Lord: He has rendered them meritorious. As to my evil deeds and my sins, He hid them at once. The eyes of those who saw them, He made even blind; and He has blotted them out of their memory.

Granting that we are always in the presence of God, yet it seems to me that those who pray are in His presence in a very different sense; for they, as it were, see that He is looking upon them, while others may go for days on end without even once recollecting that God sees them.