The life of the spirit is not our life, but the life of God within us.

I am afraid that if we begin to put our trust in human help, some of our Divine help will fail us.

Ah, how true it is that we love ourselves too much and proceed with too much human prudence, that we may not lose an atom of our consideration! Oh, what a great mistake that is! The Saints did not act thus.

How is it that we do not die of love in seeing that God Himself could do no more than shed His divine blood for us drop by drop? When as man He was preparing for death, He made Himself our food in order to give us life. God becomes food, bread for his creatures. Is this not enough to make us die of love?

For pity's sake, don't start meeting troubles halfway.

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

How friendly we should all be with one another if nobody were interested in money and honor.