I have always had this failing - that I cannot explain myself, as I have said, except at the cost of many words.

In a state of grace, the soul is like a well of limpid water, from which flow only streams of clearest crystal. Its works are pleasing both to God and man, rising from the River of Life, beside which it is rooted like a tree.

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

The soul of the just man is but a paradise, in which, God tells us, He takes His delight. What do you imagine, must that dwelling be in which a King so mighty, so wise, and so pure, containing in Himself all good, can delight to rest? Nothing can be compared to the great beauty and capabilities of a soul; however keen our intellects may be, they are as unable to comprehend them as to comprehend God, for, as He told us, He created us in his own image and likeness.

But the fact is, things always seem to come slowly when you are longing for them.

Those who in fact risk all for God will find that they have both lost all and gained all.

If we practice love of neighbor with great perfection, we will have done everything.