I made you, dear, and all I make is perfect. Please come close, for I desire you.

Christ has no body now on earth but yours, no hands, no feet but yours. Yours are the eyes with which Christ looks out his compassion to the world. Yours are the feet with which he is to go about doing good. Yours are the hands with which he is to bless us now.

It is impossible for human tongue to exaggerate the riches which a vision from God brings to the soul: it even bestows health and refreshment on the body.

The true penance comes when God takes away the soul's health and strength for doing penance. Even though I have mentioned elsewhere the great pain this lack causes, the pain is much more intense here. All these things must come to the soul from its roots, from where it is planted.

Untilled soil, however fertile it may be, will bear thistles and thorns; so it is with man's mind.

All things pass... Patience attains all it strives for.

We can only learn to know ourselves and do what we can - namely, surrender our will and fulfill God's will in us.