May God protect me from gloomy saints.

Oh, my Lord! How true it is that whoever works for you is paid in troubles! And what a precious price to those who love you if we understand its value.

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.

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

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

The devil put before me that I could not endure the trials of the religious life, because of my delicate nurture. I defended myself against him by alleging the trials which Christ endured, and that it was not much for me to suffer something for His sake; besides, He would help me to bear it.

In light of heaven, the worst suffering on earth will be seen to be no more serious than one night in an inconvenient hotel.