All times are dangerous times.

With all this wide and beautiful creation before me, the restless soul longs to enjoy its liberty and rest beyond its bound.

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.

Humility does not disturb or disquiet or agitate, however great it may be; it comes with peace, delight, and calm. . . . The pain of genuine humility doesn't agitate or afflict the soul; rather, this humility expands it and enables it to serve God more.

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

The hour I have long wished for is now come.

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