Hope, O my soul, hope. You know neither the day nor the hour.

May I not come before You with empty hands, since we are rewarded according to our deeds.

There is more security in self-denial, mortification, and other like virtues, than in an abundance of tears.

I was living an extremely burdensome life, because every time I prayed, I became more clearly aware of my faults. On the one hand, God was calling me. On the other, I was following the way of the world. Doing what God wanted made me happy; but I felt bound by the things of this world.

However much we do to avoid them, we shall never lack crosses in this life if we are in the ranks of the Crucified.

A soul which gives itself to prayer, either much or little, should on no account be kept within narrow bounds.

The hour I have long wished for is now come.