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

The more we see that any action springs not from the motive of obedience, the more evident is it that it is a temptation of the enemy; for when God sends an inspiration, the very first effect of it is to infuse a spirit of docility.

A slight failing in one virtue is enough to put all the others to sleep.

What friends or kindred can be so close and intimate as the powers of our soul, which, whether we will or no, must ever bear us company?

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?

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

Blessed be He, Who came into the world for no other purpose than to suffer.